When we moved from Iowa, we forwarded our mail to the ghetto-partment. It worked like a charm, too! We were receiving our little Christmas letters and whatnot with the yellow forwarding address stuck to the bottom.
And then we moved again.
Since that time, our forwarding address has been a disaster. May I repeat: A DISASTER!
I had set up to forward the mail a the days after we moved out of the ghetto-partment, but wasn't really worried about whether it worked or not since, technically, we occupy it until this coming Saturday.
We moved into our new apartment and began waiting to receive the little forwarding notice from the post office.
It never came.
Then, suddenly, Joey realized that he'd given me the incorrect address. In a flurry of activity, we got another mail forwarding slip, filled it out with the corrections highlighted, and dropped it in the mail.
All was well until I got home two evenings ago. I parked in my spot and just sat in the car for a moment. I glanced at the apartment building and noticed the number--it was NOT the same number we had just given to the post office as our forwarding address. Not the same at all.
I grabbed my cell phone.
"Joey, the building number is wrong."
"What?!"
"It must have been right before, because now it's wrong. The number on the building says ----."
He must have wilted. "But...but..."
"Yeah, well, it's wrong. We're going to have to change it with the post office again."
Joey went the next day and corrected our corrected forwarding address. He wrote "FINAL CORRECTION" in real big letters at the top, and highlighted it. The post office is going to hate us. They're probably burning all our letters just to spite us; we still haven't gotten the forwarding confirmation slip!
NOBODY SEND US MAIL WITHOUT CALLING FIRST!!!
Honestly, though, can you forward mail from Iowa to Texas, to another Texas apartment, to a wrong address, to a wrong address, to the correct address?
Because that's what we're trying to do.
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