My favorite was a certified letter I sent from Boston to LA. It took two months to get there. It literally disappeared for 6 weeks, then suddenly reemerged in LA. From there, it pinged back and forth multiple times between LA and West Sacramento. It then got delivered to the wrong address -- not even close -- but somehow the post office was able to tell me where it was and I actually called that business and had the misrecipient hold it until the real recipient could go pick it up.
PS it's an exercise in futility to try to call a physical post office in downtown LA.
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Four phrases I nave coined that sum up today's hobby:
No consequences.
Stuff trumps all.
The flip is the commoodity.
Animal Farm grading.
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