Years ago when we lived in an area that had walking postal service people, I mailed a bill that I realized later that the wrong check was in the envelope. I went across the street and we argued about the letter. I really needed it back! It was mine before this and now, in his hands, it belongs to the government and he couldn't give it back. I started the waterworks and got it back instantly. I ran back to the house before he changed his mind. This leads into today's story.
My Grand daughter is in the service and is stationed down south. She just got military housing about two weeks ago. She called me all proud of this. Great going! What is your address? Later she sent it to me. I had a box on the table and finally filled it up. Today I will mail it. I have said that a few times and never got there. Today I did. Then I sent her a message stating that. I almost died when she texted back - what address did you send it to? In her excitement, she gave me the wrong house number. Someone else will get this package! I must see if I can do something about it. Then I thought about what happened years ago. Well, maybe if I call them it won't be as bad. I eventually got one of the ladies on the phone, explained the situation, and she went to find the package. She quickly returned with it and I asked if she would change the numbers for me. There was no problem. Thank heavens. I let the kid know and changed my address book. At least I know I am not the only one who does these things. She will be shocked that I put this on here but it is worth it. Thanks Britt for tonight's blog......
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