Another Mail Tale

Seems as if these stories get delivered to me routinely. Like the daily mail. Only better!

Thursday I made a surprising discovery at Mailbox Row. On the road at my feet was a thick envelope that was not addressed to me. It had a cellophane window with the intended recipient's name. Dave Something. And another cellophane window showing the return address. It was a federal government agency. The envelope was not the standard #10 size, but one of the square kind.

My point is, this envelope looked important. I know the sender and intended receiver, because I picked it up to see if maybe it was mine. It was to the left of EmBee, in front of the next mailbox. The addressee was not the people at that mailbox.

The Found Envelope was damp! I figured maybe it had been delivered before all of Tuesday's snow had melted on Wednesday. Perhaps it dropped, and the mailman didn't notice due to it blending in with the white snow, and it got damp as the snow melted. Then I came along around 3:30, and found it.

Anyhoo... I didn't recognize Dave Something as a person who lives out here. I figured I'd ask Farmer H if he knew of him. Meanwhile, what to do with the damp envelope? I sometimes drop mail like that back in the drive-thru mailbox, figuring it will get re-delivered. But I was headed home now. I didn't want to take Dave Something's mail, in case Farmer H didn't know him. In case somebody dropped it, and came back looking. 

I put that damp envelope on top of Mailbox Row. It's chest-height. Anybody standing there could see it. I couldn't leave it laying in the road, now could I? I didn't look at the street address. I just ASSumed it was one of our roads.

When I asked Farmer H, he said he knew a Dave. But he lives out on the county road, on the way to town. Then I felt bad. THAT Dave Something wouldn't be looking around OUR Mailbox Row. He has his own.

"Well. I put it on top of the mailboxes. I thought if you knew him, you might take it to him. But since you don't, it's going to stay there all night. And it's supposed to rain."

Farmer H did not get the point. He obviously was not driving down there to see the last name on it, and decide if he knew this particular Dave Something. (I had forgotten the last name.) Anyway, it's not Farmer H's job to deliver mail found in the road.

Friday, I stopped to get the mail on the way to town. The Found Envelope belonging to Dave Something was GONE! We had rain Thursday night. Our gravel road was muddy. I don't recall any strong winds. A wet thick envelope would likely stay where I put it. 

I am hoping that the mailman saw it there when delivering Friday's mail, and picked it up to re-deliver. I am also hoping to see a herd of unicorns grazing in a field on the way to town tomorrow. And mermaids swimming in the creek...