The United States Postal Service

The United States Postal Service

This week my teenage daughter dropped the envelope with the new car papers into the drop box along with all the bills.  They were stuffed in a white envelope. No markings. No stamp. Not even sealed. Our son volunteered to drive with us back to the Post Office. They both remained in the car scrolling while I went in to explain that we accidentally dropped the new car papers into the box in front of JoAnn Fabrics. Was there a way they could help us get them out?

The post office lady was most gracious as she ran back and forth, talked to several people, and finally found someone to meet us over at the drop box. It took about 15 minutes total. We met the man at the drop box. He found the envelope right away, checked my ID, and handed them to me.

My daughter was “sooooo embarassed” about the incident. I told her not to worry that previously her older brother had a tangle with the U.S. Postal Service.

When our oldest son joined the United States Marines, he was just out of diapers (it seems). We took him to the station, loaded him onto a bus, and waved him off. Boot Camp went well, the graduation was a bawling fest (for mothers anyway), and he came home for 10 days. During that first leave we discussed some of his hanging responsibilities. Bottom line: he still owed me $600 for his car.

He left to train in the desert and I didn’t think anything else about it until I got a call one day.

“Hey mom! I sent you the money in the mail.”

I waited a day or so and no money came in the mail. I began to worry that it got lost, or worse, that he sent cash. The next time he called I asked him if he sent cash. He said that he sent a money order. I told him it had not come and he said that the base mail was slow.

A few more weeks. No Money. I thought all was a lost cause when I received a strange envelope in the mail FROM the U.S. Post Office. “That’s weird,” I thought as I ripped open the envelope.

Out fell a money order made out to me in the amount of $600 along with a folded note. I beamed with pride as I thought about my son fulfilling his responsibilities. I opened the note and read:

This was found in the loose mail and we are sending it on to you.

Loose Mail? What the heck? I couldn’t wait for his next phone call. It came a few days later.

“Hey, I got the money you sent.”

“Oh, great. I am glad it was not lost or anything.”

“Ummm…did you put it in an envelope?”

“Well, NO, was I supposed to?”

“Ahhh…Yeah…envelope, stamp. You know, letters and all that.”

“Well, mom it WAS a money order.”

“I know. You were supposed to slip it into an envelope with a stamp and mail it.”

“I didn’t need an envelope mooothheeer,” he patiently explained to me. “They made me put your address right on the front of the money order.”

“So, let me get this straight. You bought a six hundred dollar money order, put my name and address on the line and put it directly in the box?”

“Well, Yeah. I didn’t think it needed an envelope. I mean, your name and address was right on the front.”

Silence from my end of the phone.

He paused for a moment, took a breath, and said, “Uhhh…mom…Please don’t tell anyone.”

As I finished telling his story, my young teen’s drop box mistake took on new proportions. She was smiling again.

Late that night, I was thinking how funny and great kids are when I saw a picture of Our Local Post Office with this facebook entry from the son who rents the basement:

“Starving out here in the car, waiting on mom.”

Starving??? Waiting on Mom??? Whhhaaattt??

HE asked to ride with ME and I had only taken about 15 minutes inside the post office. AND I solved the mail problem.

I am thinking about mailing HIM back to Texas!

About Fawn Musick

Writings to make you Smile and Think. Fawn is an award winning newspaper columnist. She is an avid writer, blogger, and mom. Her advice comes from her years of mothering her eight children.
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2 Responses to The United States Postal Service

  1. Dee says:

    Thanks for the laugh!


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