return to sender
I trot out to the local —
Mailbox. I have an envelope that needs to hit the mailbox by 5 pm. I know it has to get there by 5 pm because I know pick up schedules. And I have time. It is 4:35. It is three blocks. Easy. I trot along. Get to my corner.
And. The mailbox is not there.
To an observer this probably looks like a bad reality TV show. I am standing paralyzed on the sidewalk looking up the street, down the street, checking landmarks, my corner, street signs, and the spot the mailbox should be in.
No mailbox. In its place there is a huge triangular sided metal structure with movie posters and advertisements on each side and at the top it says “information.”
I think, Yeah, I would like some information, like where did you take my mailbox.
All is not lost. I still have fifteen minutes to make it to a mailbox. I turn and hoof it for my other mailbox. Time is shorter now. And. This mailbox is further away. In the other direction. This means going back three blocks I just covered and then another five to get to a more distant box. But no biggy right?
Until I get there.
THEY REMOVED THE OTHER MAILBOX TOO.