Mail delivery today consisted of one (1) envelope.
Hand-written address, which certainly stands out from the usual pile of machine-generated credit card offers, bank account offers, and similar “please give us your moneys” material.
But… I have no idea who this person is. Okay then! Get the envelope safely into the apartment, use my handy-dandy letter-opener, and inside… there’s a letter. Shocking, I know!
Hand-written letter, which (after the heading & salutation) begins thus:
“I am a local neighbor and part of a large group of volunteers taking time to share some encouraging words and news.”
V. L. (full name omitted because I’m not a complete jerk)
Uh… huh. Okay.
There’s something else in the envelope, what could that be…?
Aha. A leaflet from the Jehovah’s Witnesses.
Now, I am not here to shame someone for spending their time carefully hand-writing a letter that, I’m sure, they meant in all the well-meaning earnest goodness of their heart. However. It was at that moment that I knew I’d be doing two things in rapid succession: Writing this post, and shredding the envelope and everything in it.
Nothing personal, stranger. But all your efforts brought was a few minutes of amusement. Please enjoy your life and avoid darkening my mailbox ever again.
