Gotta love USPS these days…
Imagine you’re taking a trip. Somewhere nice, somewhere warm, somewhere you can sit on a beach and drink out of a coconut with a big frilly straw and a plastic monkey hanging off the side that stares back at you with every sip. Now imagine that when you land in said destination, the airplane refuels and heads right back to Minneapolis, only to land at MSP refuel, head back to your beach destination, and once again return to Minneapolis. While the journey isn’t as far and the destination isn’t as exciting, this is essentially the unfortunate trip my mail has been on for the last week. See, it was intended to take a quick trip from our old place in St Paul to a permanent address in Minneapolis, but a mixup at headquarters resulted in my mail getting stuck in an endless shuffle from one Minneapolis sorting facility, to another in St Paul and back again - over and over and over. Normally my mail isn’t especially important and I wouldn’t mind the short reprieve from solicitations and coupons for the local duct cleaners, but in this last week, two especially important items have been caught up unknowingly in this mess - my new drivers license (which I could really use since I’m leaving the country in a week and need it to drive when we get there) and my wedding ring which was being sent back after a slight sizing adjustment by the artist.
Hopefully my mail is enjoying its excursion, but I’d be happy for it to return home any time time now. I really don’t feel like going to the DMV and reordering my ID for a fourth time (since a license will get sent back to the state rather than get forwarded) and I really don’t want to get a new ring - I rather like it and haven’t even had it for 2 months.
The good news is that somehow my new social security card made it through the second time - though there is still one copy floating around out there. If you see it, tell it to come home. Please.
