10.01.09
Mr. Postman…
Our mailbox in the mailroom of our building has been the source of a small joke for some time now. Shortly after we moved in, the nice postman or postwoman put a label on the inside of the box with our names on it to make sorting mail easier when the bank of boxes are open. It initially had Adam’s name, my name and my maiden name on it. The problem is that this person used a nickname instead of my full name for space, and inexplicably chose “Kathy” even though I get a lot of mail addressed to “Kate”. I crossed Kathy out and wrote Kate above it to correct the mistake. After Piper was born and began receiving letters/gifts someone replaced the label and added her name…but still left my name as “Kathy Hirsch.” Sigh.
A few weeks ago we were scheduled to receive one of the last Harry Potter movies from Netflix. We waited and waited, and still no movie. The website claimed it had been delivered nearly a week before. Thinking that it got misplaced in the mail, we waited for a few more days to see if it would show up, and finally reported it “missing”. Netflix promptly sent out a new copy and we watched the movie, figuring we would never know what happened to the original copy.
This afternoon, Adam walked in the door of the apartment with a Netflix movie and envelope that had been laid outside our door. It was the missing Harry Potter movie! Someone had, apparently, opened the envelope, ripped off the sheet with our address on it, watched the movie and then returned it to us. It must have been delivered to the wrong box, and someone decided to open it up to see if they were interested in the movie. I hope they enjoyed it, and perhaps should be thankful that they decided to return it to us (although they could have just returned it in the mail and we would never have known what happened to it). Maybe the person delivering the mail the day it initially showed up got confused – the movie was addressed to “Kate” and not “Kathy.”