Richard, what a day! And only you could find a way to write it up that is so entertaining. Thanks much!

When I was living in Maine, I had a problem (can't recall what it was, now) so I had to get a ton of receipts photocopied to explain what had happened. On my way out from doing the copying, I stopped to mail some letters, at a drop box.

Got home, couldn't find the original receipts, couldn't find my copies. WHAT? Thought through what I did and . . . realized I had put everything in the mail box!

I raced back, checked the box, no pick up for another 2 hours. I went inside to speak with the clerk, who really had nothing to do with the post office. She told me he arrives anywhere from 10 minutes early to 20 minutes late, and ya never know.

Dashed home, got a book, drove back, and sat in the car reading and keeping an eye on "MY" mail box until the postal carrier drove up.

Raced over and explained to him. He told me (later, I realized he was probably teasing me) that once a letter is mailed, it is not my property and he can't return it. What if I wanted someone else's package, which had cash in it? I thought that over and explained that this WASN'T a letter I wanted, it was papers which the post office wouldn't want and would only throw away, and could I have his trash? Meantime, he was opening the box, removing the insides. And there was my pile of paperwork! I did get it back, thank goodness. Whew!