Monday, August 15, 2011
So, today I complained to the post office.
Friday, I got one piece of mail and a tee shirt. Today I got a piece of junk mail addressed to another PO box.
(The letter, praise the Lord, with modest subscription enclosed, came from an "Old Soldier" and got us through the weekend. May the Lord bless and keep him. Rosey got paid today. The very funny tee-shirt came from a "Professional Russian.")
The lady who runs the Post Office here in Pinson denied that any mail interdiction was happening at her end and she swore that there was no way to divert it when it comes in to the main PO in downtown Birmingham.
So, if I believe her, no one else has sent me any mail for three weeks, more or less.
Sheesh. I'd complain to my Congressman but he hates my guts from way, waaay back. Besides, maybe the lady's right.
Beats the hell out of me.