You may not believe me, but it is true. Somehow my mail defied all mail procedures and ended up delivered on the day I mailed it. Don't believe me? Let me give you a run down:
It is Saturday afternoon and I hear the mailman downstairs. I yell "shit" and proceed to quickly grab my movie, the sleeve and the Netflix envelope, stuffing it in all in and hoping to catch the mailman because I know there will be no mail Monday and I need my next movie NOW. After all, I have decided that October is horror movie month and I have a lot of catching up to do. I run downstairs, catch the mailman and hand him the movie. I realize that, because of the no mail on Monday, my next movie will not come until Wednesday. But I am okay with that.
Imagine my surprise when I got an email this morning that Netflix has received my movie! How is that possible? The shipping address was at least an hour and a half away. I gave the movie to the postman* on Saturday. There was no mail on Sunday or Monday. Did they receive it Saturday? Did the postman drive it there himself? Why would he do that? We are not even on a first name basis. And the post office is notoriously slow. Netflix should not have received that movie until Tuesday.
Can someone explain this to me? Some super uber-geek out there - can you give me a tutorial on time travel? I am a geek, but not about that. Or, if you happen to work at the post office, could you tell me if this is possible? Because I am stumped. It is almost like my own personal riddle:
A movie is placed in a mailbox on Saturday.
There is no mail delivery on Sunday.
There is no mail delivery on Monday.
How was the movie received and acknowledged on Monday?
I bet the answer lies somewhere in those words, but I am no Riddler!
UPDATE: The movie arrived TODAY. TODAY. How is that possible? It was mailed on Saturday. How could it be mailed, received and another one shipped all on the same day? How? My post office has clearly been messing with the time/space continuum (I don't even know how to spell that) and it is freaking me out!
*Every time I hear the word postman I start to sing "Mr. Postman" to the tune of "Mr. Sandman" which makes absolutely no sense whatsoever.
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I cant believe you actually hear your mailman downstairs....
In my neighborhood I swear they are ninjas. You cant see or hear them. Ever.
Matt - B and I love mail. Mostly receiving it. Thus, we have keen hearing when it comes to mail. Sort of like dogs. And I haven't had a chance to update. The movie came TODAY!! How is that possible.
As for your mailman, Matt, maybe he is a secret agent that just "poses" as a mailman. Have you ever thought of that?
Netflix is like magic. I have often wondered how they do things at their facilities. I would like to go on a field trip there. They must have an amazing system.
Well, clearly since you still watch videos (or even DVDs), sent and received by traditional mail, you are living in The Land That Cable Forgot.
Since I haven't actually mailed anything since 1997, I think perhaps you and Jennifer should take that wondrous trip to Netflix and ask Willy Wonka about this mystery.
It'd be like 'Dani and the Distribution Facility'...
Jenny - Netflix is like magic. It defies all mail protocol. And we do need a magical mystery tour.
fingers - we do have cable, however we want to see new releases when they are released not when they mosey their way on to the cable channels. I am also a big fan of the mail and sometimes it brings me exciting things and, sometimes, it magically makes my mail get there super fast. Now a Willy Wonka tour of the facility would be a great idea, especially if it involved a lot of chocolate and free movie watching...and popcorn to go with the movies. Ahh....one can dream.
I also think a tour would be great. A girl can only dream about great things like that!
And the mail is a fabulous thing. How else would I get my prizes????
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