Mailgate 2015
Or The Battle for Getting What's Legally Mine From a Bunch of Angry People Who Hate Me It all began innocently enough. Staring down the barrel of a weeklong family beach vacation, I placed a hold on my US mail, like most normal Americans would. I assumed that, as had been the case in the past, I'd receive my mail in a tidy rubber-banded bundle when I returned from my trip. Oh, the naïveté! Getting home was when the adventure really began. Mailgate Day One: Saturday, September 26 I woke up the morning we departed from the beach to a confirmation email from the USPS that my mail hold had ended and I'd be receiving my mail if I'd elected to have it delivered. (I had.) I usually hate getting my mail, but I was so anxious to pick it up that I drove past my mailbox to collect it before I even went into my house. The box had one piece of mail in it. It was junk. Hrm. Maybe it'll show up Monday? <Mailgate rests on Sundays.> Mailgate Day