Saturday, September 15, 2007

the post office daggered me

Hey, we won! I watched the game by coughing up five bucks to accselect.com for a pretty high quality video feed. The "announcing" was great in a "boom goes the dynamite" kind of way. Although to be fair he didn't have a color guy with him - he was pretty much forced to talk to himself for three hours. Pretty uneventful game all-in-all; I'm just glad we picked up a win. Sagarin did rate us the best 0-2 team in the nation, so we deserved it.

Anyway, to the title. I thought it a bit odd I've been in this swanky apartment for a month and a half and I'd yet to get a single utility bill. In fact, I hadn't gotten any postal mail period. I call up Comcast and my energy company and - sure enough - they've sent me bills. After I paid up over the phone I dial up the PO to ask WTF. Turns out they've been returning all my mail because I hadn't verified with them that I'm at a "good address." I've never heard of such a thing. Is this an uncommon practice or is this like when I had no idea you could take a train from England to France?

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

According to American common law, one's address must be confirmed with the local postal authority in order to limit fraudulent deliveries. This system dates back to the colonial period when people's knickers were mailed to the wrong address and therefore those who did not get their knickers were forced to walk around naked for several weeks.

Ok, that's a lie. I didn't have that problem with my apartment...

21-10 over Army... I can't wait 'til Skinner comes back.

Anonymous said...

I assume you're watching the Broncos. Is not Shanahan the smartest man alive for calling that time out?

Tom said...

I am. And he is.

by the way, have you like, completely given up on using AIM?