there's still some good ones out there
so, the doorbell rings. i'm not expecting anyone until later, so i'm wondering what's up as i head down two flights of stairs to find a hispanic woman on my doorstep. i open the door, and she asks me if i'm jennifer by any chance. i say, no, i'm not.
then she shows me a postcard address, and asks if i know the addressees by some chance. no clue.
she tells me, it was put in her mailbox. the street number was hers, but not the street. so she was trying all the townhomes on my street, which is the right street address, but the street number doesn't exist on this street. nor does the apartment number. but she felt bad that someone went to the effort to send a postcard from rome, and that it wouldn't get to where it was going, so she headed off down the street to try other doors.
hope she finds the people it belongs to.
then she shows me a postcard address, and asks if i know the addressees by some chance. no clue.
she tells me, it was put in her mailbox. the street number was hers, but not the street. so she was trying all the townhomes on my street, which is the right street address, but the street number doesn't exist on this street. nor does the apartment number. but she felt bad that someone went to the effort to send a postcard from rome, and that it wouldn't get to where it was going, so she headed off down the street to try other doors.
hope she finds the people it belongs to.