Came home to something more than a little odd tonight. Last week, someone--I'd assumed the landlords, but apparently not--had put my name on my mailbox under a piece of plastic. Okay, fine, well and good. Now, tonight, I come home to find, written under my name, the name "Jones." I don't even know anyone named Jones! What in the billy blue blazes is happening here--and, I've got several boxes sitting around the front stoop with the name "Silvia Jones" and MY address on them!
So, rang up the new building manager. No, they didn't do it, and no, there's no one else in the other five apartments with that name, either. So, first thing tomorrow, I've got to ring up the local postmaster and have it out with him. Talk about being arbitrary!!! Don't these local yokels at the post office even check??? I've lived here 6 months--and for 6 months have only gotten my mail.
The only other thing I can think of, and this worries me, is that someone else is illegally using my address. But she/they haven't picked up the boxes yet, so...beats me.
Will post more on the Going Postal saga tomorrow.
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Intriguing. (If that's how you spell it)