Return To Sender
We are only the third owners of our 1955 home. The first owner lived here for 50+ years. The second owners only 2 years, and now us. So we get a lot of mail for the first owner, a Mr. Harry S. You can learn a lot from someone’s mail. Harry was a military man. He was Republican, liked to support orphans overseas, was religious (and possibly somewhat conservative), and had a variety of retirement accounts.
He also, sadly, died a few years ago.
We, who have never met him and have nothing to do with him other than living in his previous house, know this. However, nobody else, at least in the bureaucratic world, knows this. So… yes. A lot of mail, which we really shouldn’t be receiving.
Terri tries to send these back as much as possible, to spread the word. But sometimes it doesn’t “take,” and things cycle back to us. So then she takes the next measure:
I came home last night and found this on the counter. I laughed and laughed. Yes, that phrase reads, “Stop being a f**king bureaucrat and return to sender!” (slightly smudged for those with sensitive eyes)
We are tired this weekend, pretty wiped out. It’s been a long week, full of appointments and computer failures and various ailments and so forth. So maybe the patience is wearing a bit thin. But that doesn’t mean we can’t laugh at it.
Now I’m off to plan a trip to the library and the nursery and think about mowing the lawn and planting some bulbs.