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I'd mailed 3 swaps out at the same time: Event, Second Chance & Tags. Only the Event swap got to its destination. I hadn't bothered with DC because I already had the stamps & didn't want to stand in line. I mail things often enough that the desk clerks just say "Drop it on the counter" when I walk in.
Well, it turns out that I must have confused Buffy's & Joy's zip codes. At least that's what the note said. But let me backtrack first...
Today we finished decorating the tree & started wrapping some gifts. This ended up requiring a trip out to the barn with the trash to be burned. (We live on a farm & all paper etc is bagged to burn with the farm trash.) There was quite a pile in the barn as it's been rather rainy lately & the farmer hasn't burned yet this month. So we had to do a bit of moving things around. The guy who lives in the other half of the house had put a large box on top of one of the barrels & it looked like there was room inside for some of our trash.
Laying down inside the barrel was the Priority envelope addressed to Joy - with a note from the postmaster. It said the zip code didn't match the town & he wanted me to check that the rest of the address was correct before he sent them off. (Yes, we're a small town here & often get this kind of service.) Unfortunately, the envelope had been ripped open & was empty.
The small box I'd used to send the Second Chance stuff to Buffy was nowhere to be seen, but I could see the baggies of fiber down in among some disgusting, wet, smelly garbage. I was NOT going to dig around to see if anything else was there.
I called the landlord to see if he knew anything about it. He said that he was there the day the carrier dropped off the packages & that she'd left them on the bench on our porch - but that was all he knew. This was the week of Thanksgiving. The only thing we can figure is that the guy who lives on the other side had his son here that week. Maybe the son took the stuff & he didn't want to "confess" to us, so he attempted to destroy the evidence.
I have no intention of confronting him about this because he's leaving at the end of the month - I can't wait! He's been known to do things to "get back" at us for things & I don't want to take any chances. At least he'll be gone!! Although I know we could get some really strange neighbors, I find it difficult to believe that they'll be worse than this one!
So anyway, I found out what happened. Buffy & Joy can stop looking for the other packages now.
Well, it turns out that I must have confused Buffy's & Joy's zip codes. At least that's what the note said. But let me backtrack first...
Today we finished decorating the tree & started wrapping some gifts. This ended up requiring a trip out to the barn with the trash to be burned. (We live on a farm & all paper etc is bagged to burn with the farm trash.) There was quite a pile in the barn as it's been rather rainy lately & the farmer hasn't burned yet this month. So we had to do a bit of moving things around. The guy who lives in the other half of the house had put a large box on top of one of the barrels & it looked like there was room inside for some of our trash.
Laying down inside the barrel was the Priority envelope addressed to Joy - with a note from the postmaster. It said the zip code didn't match the town & he wanted me to check that the rest of the address was correct before he sent them off. (Yes, we're a small town here & often get this kind of service.) Unfortunately, the envelope had been ripped open & was empty.
The small box I'd used to send the Second Chance stuff to Buffy was nowhere to be seen, but I could see the baggies of fiber down in among some disgusting, wet, smelly garbage. I was NOT going to dig around to see if anything else was there.
I called the landlord to see if he knew anything about it. He said that he was there the day the carrier dropped off the packages & that she'd left them on the bench on our porch - but that was all he knew. This was the week of Thanksgiving. The only thing we can figure is that the guy who lives on the other side had his son here that week. Maybe the son took the stuff & he didn't want to "confess" to us, so he attempted to destroy the evidence.

I have no intention of confronting him about this because he's leaving at the end of the month - I can't wait! He's been known to do things to "get back" at us for things & I don't want to take any chances. At least he'll be gone!! Although I know we could get some really strange neighbors, I find it difficult to believe that they'll be worse than this one!
So anyway, I found out what happened. Buffy & Joy can stop looking for the other packages now.
