At my new apartment, I get mail for Tim, Melinda, Molly, Craig, Lauren, and Mark. None of these people live here. At least some of them probably haven't lived here for some time. From the contents of the mail, it seems that Mark was some sort of chef/wine enthusiast, while Molly seems to have been training for a triathlon or something equally athletic. I have not yet established profiles of my other 4 imaginary mailbox friends, but something tells me I'll have time to figure them out too.
You see, in Arlington, Virginia, English skills do not seem to be a job requirement of the U.S. Postal Service. I know because I've spent the last week trying to stop Tim, Melinda, Molly, Craig, Lauren, and Mark's mail from being delivered to my box. I've talked to the mail man himself who looked at me strangely and said "You write note. I take mail. I learn in few weeks." I did leave note. He didn't take mail. So far, he no learn. I not want to wait few weeks. So I went on a little trip to the post office itself where I encountered another confused worker who tried to understand the situation, but after some confusion said, "Maybe you give me and I give to supervisor." Yeah, maybe.
Today, I once again got mail for the ghosts of my apartment. I don't know what else to do. I guess I just wait few weeks and maybe they learn...
You see, in Arlington, Virginia, English skills do not seem to be a job requirement of the U.S. Postal Service. I know because I've spent the last week trying to stop Tim, Melinda, Molly, Craig, Lauren, and Mark's mail from being delivered to my box. I've talked to the mail man himself who looked at me strangely and said "You write note. I take mail. I learn in few weeks." I did leave note. He didn't take mail. So far, he no learn. I not want to wait few weeks. So I went on a little trip to the post office itself where I encountered another confused worker who tried to understand the situation, but after some confusion said, "Maybe you give me and I give to supervisor." Yeah, maybe.
Today, I once again got mail for the ghosts of my apartment. I don't know what else to do. I guess I just wait few weeks and maybe they learn...
posted by Andrea at 12:05 AM
1 Comments:
That sad! But people who no speak English very funny. (ha ha, me Spanish teacher and linguistics grad student, ha ha!) Use high school Spanish skills, if workers not speak millions of strange languages. Also, possible to title your posts, makes nice short titles in list on right hand side so you can find old posts.
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