The Bogie mailbox seems to be the dumping ground for mail the the US postal service doesn't want to deliver.
We have gotten packages for people in other towns - amazingly, we once got a package for someone whom with I worked in a town 30 miles away (no, she didn't live 30 miles away, but I knew her thru work).
At times, on the weekend, when the mail lady was obviously exhausted, we found the remainder of our street's mail in our mailbox.
In the last year or two, we haven't really had that problem, until yesterday.
Yesterday, I got home and there was a big box on a living room chair (WS had brought it in when he got home). I was desperately trying to remember what else I had ordered; I had recently received flea collars, vitamins, and mock turtlenecks - all from different places of course. I finally decided that a family member had shipped us something and neglected to let us know in advance.
Nope, the item was from Collect*bles Etc. Then, I looked at the tag - it was for a road on the other side of town (which name had the word "Road" in common with our street name), for a completely different number, the name was nothing like ours, and, we didn't know this person. The box was one that could be tracked and had to be scanned in so that they could prove completion of delivery.
Well, the dear old USPS completed delivery alright - but I'm not sure it counts when the package gets no where close to it's destination!
I thought about putting it back in the mail, but the box was huge so it wouldn't fit in the mailbox. I wasn't sure the mail lady would pick it up if I put the package on the ground next to the mailbox, and the way the mail lady comes flying in, she could very well run the package over. And, it is supposed to rain (again), so I didn't want the box to get wet.
So, I called up KB, whom the package was addressed to, and she came over to get it. She was grateful that I had called her and I was grateful that she volunteered to pick it up instead of asking me to deliver it (I've been pet-sitting this week, so have been getting home about 6). Apparently, the mail lady is grateful that she doesn't have to deliver it to the true destination.
It is the time of year to be grateful - and I know 3 people in Deering that fit that description!
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