In my moving, I didn’t change my old address in time, and had the post office put a hold on my mail. Most of the mail I get is crap anyway (bills) but I never want to miss my birchbox (ladies, check it out now, thank me later), and I had a chair I ordered I was waiting for.
So I have the hold, and I have the change of address. On the instructions, it tells me I have to go pick up my mail – which I do, but there wasn’t anything there for me, so the post office guy told me to just give the mail carrier a call before 9.
Now, I didn’t realize I would be talking to my actual mail carrier from my old apartment, but once I realized who I was on the line with, we started chatting:
Mail Man: I’m sorry to see you guys leave, it was nice having you on my route!
Me: Thanks, I hope things are going well. That woman was driving me insane.
Mail Man: You’re not the first person she’s run off that block.
Mail Man: You had a package, but she refused it. Then she asked me what your new address was. She wanted to know if you were going to pick up your vacuum. Also – did you ever clear your food out of the fridge?
shut. the. front. door.
Me: So I see she’s still a flaming bag of crazy