I’d actually been ignoring my mailbox since Saturday. It wasn’t that it had done anything to get me mad; it just hasn’t been contributing to my quest for joy.
Today, I finally broke the silence and meandered over for a short visit. The contents had overflowed onto the garage floor. I picked up the various envelopes and flyers, wondering if today would be any different.
Junk mail, and more junk mail. I stacked the advertisements into a pile for the recycling bin. It is such a waste of paper to send me advertisements that I never even look at. *what EVER* It’s not my problem.
The next pile of waste was the pile of mail addressed to my deceased husband. These senders want his money, either by donation or subscription. I’m tired of informing these agencies of his death. They don’t seem to mind spending the time and money to send out contribution requests to a dead man. Again – not my problem.
Of the three days of mail, only one item caught my eye. I was an envelope with my name and address typed (as in by a typewriter). I opened it to find what appeared to be a newspaper clipping with a post-it that had (handwritten) the message, "Julie, Thought you’d find this interesting. ~ J" I didn’t recognize the writing, and could not think of who it would be.
I began reading the article about a widow whose investments were dwindling. I was puzzled. Who sent me this? It wasn’t until I was nearly done that I realized the whole thing was an advertisement. It really pissed me off the way they tricked me into reading it.
I set it aside to think about how I might respond. I thought of calling them, but then that is exactly what they want. Instead, I’ll put the letter where it should have gone in the first place (the recycling). No, on second thought, I’ll put it in the garbage can instead.
I might go back to ignoring the mailbox again.