I had a full-0ut tantrum on Friday. I'd waited until I was in the private space of my own car, so as not to take it out on anyone else. But it was a grand beating on the steering wheel and screaming expletives kind of tantrum. Finally, months of frustration came to a head in glorious form.
My Amazon order of my own copy of Caroline Knapp's The Merry Recluse--ironically the book that makes me feel better about living by myself out in the middle of nowhere --had been turned back by the post office with "incorrect address." Never mind that the RIGHT address HAD been used. Never mind that that address had been used successfully countless times before. It just made me feel lost and unreachable, untouchable by the rest of the world. I'd just not added my P.O. Box number to the zipcode, as apparently the USPS now requires.
What it boils down to is this--if you send me anything other a standard first-class letter--be SURE you use the zip code 79855-0277. Or else I won't get it. Grrrrrrr.
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