Last night I emailed my mother about a new kind of packaged turkey breast I had bought. It’s organic with simple ingredients: turkey. The brand name is True Story.
Today I was biking and along my path was a wild turkey.
I wondered if it had been reading my email.
Have you ever sent mail out in the world, only to discover it did not reach its destination?
That happened to me recently. I found out that two items I sent, one in September and one late December, never arrived.
I visited my local post office for a chat about this.
Approaching the very nice postal clerk, I said, “What happens to mail that is lost?”
Sounding concerned, he asked, “Did you lose a package or a card?”
I said, “The card I sent my friend at the end of September never arrived, nor did my rent check for January.”
He said, “We do not have a place mail goes when it is lost. Lost is lost. Sometimes mail gets misplaced, but if it’s lost, it’s lost.”
I said, “But where does it go when it’s lost?”
He replied, “We do not have a place that mail goes when it’s lost. Lost is lost.”
I recounted the above story in last night’s email to my mother.
Unfortunately, she never received it.
It was lost.