Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Signed, sealed, mangled
Family members in Colorado mailed a card to me to buoy my spirits.
They used a first-class stamp on the envelope, but the Postal Service exercised their option to treat the card to a first-class stomp. When I opened my P.O. box the other day and saw the envelope, it had been bent in half in order to fit inside.
When my family picked the card off the rack in Colorado, it played music when you opened it up. But thanks to the ham-fisted brutes at the Studio City Post Office, the gadget embedded in the card to make it sing had been destroyed.
The reverse side of the card bore the publishing credits for the apt tune that the card was designed to play:
"(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction."