At the Post office
As it has happened many times before, my son, who regularly picks up our mail at the post office, returned yesterday with a piece of mail belonging into someone else's post office box. It wasn't junk mail, but a reminder/bill for the renewal of a license plate. I said to Peter: “You need to return this to the lady at the post office counter tomorrow.”
Today Peter came home saying, “they just laughed at me." No thank you? No, no thank you was received. --Should I pick up the phone and call them? Should I just toss everything that doesn't belong to us into the trash from now on? Shall I call her up the next time, when I receive someone else’s pay check or some other important document again and tell the lady that she can pick it up here at my house? No, I decided to tell Peter that the next time we’re getting someone else’s mail he should simply throw it back into the mail drop at the post office. This way, we will still be fulfilling our duty, and Peter won't get laughed at. The way to go!
I’m giving myself a pat on my shoulder for this.
Today Peter came home saying, “they just laughed at me." No thank you? No, no thank you was received. --Should I pick up the phone and call them? Should I just toss everything that doesn't belong to us into the trash from now on? Shall I call her up the next time, when I receive someone else’s pay check or some other important document again and tell the lady that she can pick it up here at my house? No, I decided to tell Peter that the next time we’re getting someone else’s mail he should simply throw it back into the mail drop at the post office. This way, we will still be fulfilling our duty, and Peter won't get laughed at. The way to go!
I’m giving myself a pat on my shoulder for this.
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