By The Way...

Once upon a time, around 1975, I walked into the village of Manlius to mail a letter to my friend.  I think postage was 10 cents at the time.  Maybe it was 15 or 20, but it was a nice, easy number for which you could pay with one or two coins.

I was about two blocks from the post office when I saw I was passing a mail drop on the street.  I thought, why alk all the way to the post office when I can just mail it here?  So I dropped in the letter.

It wasn't until I got home that I remembered my letter had no stamp on it.

I wrote a note to whatever postal worker might empty the mailbox, said that "somewhere in this mailbox" was my letter that needed postage, and I was sorry for the inconvenience. I taped a coin or two to the note, walked back into the village and dropped it in.

A day or two later, I got a note in my mailbox.  "Found your letter.  Affixed stamp.  Glad to be of service."

Service, indeed!

Karen

That person CLEARLY has entirely too much time on his hands and not enough to do.  I suffer from exactly the opposite problem--I really shouldn't be reading this and I need to get my nose back to the grindstone like the rest of us working stiffs.  Clearly a stupid stunt, indeed!!

AJ in SF