September 07
I got the mail today and found, to my surprise, an envelope addressed to me, from me. Was it from the future? Was I warning myself about some event I must stop from happening? Was it Doc?
Nope. Turns out, I’d dropped two paychecks from my lucrative freelancing career in the park and someone had stuffed them into an envelope and put my address as the return address to save on postage or something. A very kind gesture, but it robs me of the chance to thank the person responsible. So, Check-Finding Guy/Gal, if you’re reading this, please come forward. I’ll buy you a drink.
Posted by: Aaron Retka in Mail Pattern Baldness | Permalink
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Interesting how it seems that you two are experiencing a very good lost/found ratio lately …
Dropped in the park? Sure they didn’t fall to the floor of, say, the men’s room at the Minneapolis airport and Senator Craig didn’t want to put his return address on the envelope?