Masao
Registered User
I got my mail a couple of hours ago, and one of them was the credit card invoice from costco.
So I'm sitting down in bed with my checkbook ready to write the check. I open the envelope and I'm like... wait a minute... they're telling me I owe 2000 bucks? It should be more like 300. Wtf is going on?
Then I notice one thing.
The envelope was not addressed to me. It's addressed to a lady who has the same civic number as me but who lives a few streets away.
So, obviously, I guess I committed a crime by opening someone else's mail. But I really didn't realize it until after.
Now that lady lives at about a 2 minute walk from me. but I'm just terrified about bringing the thing to her. I mean I circled the balance with a pen for chrissakes. It looks ridiculous.
And I'm afraid she's a crazy loon who's going to call the cops on me for opening her mail.
Oh boy.
Anyway, so, I'm off to her house now. I think I'm going to drink a bit of alcohol before leaving because I'm honestly terrified. I hope she's not a crazy lady.
Pray for me.
So I'm sitting down in bed with my checkbook ready to write the check. I open the envelope and I'm like... wait a minute... they're telling me I owe 2000 bucks? It should be more like 300. Wtf is going on?
Then I notice one thing.
The envelope was not addressed to me. It's addressed to a lady who has the same civic number as me but who lives a few streets away.
So, obviously, I guess I committed a crime by opening someone else's mail. But I really didn't realize it until after.
Now that lady lives at about a 2 minute walk from me. but I'm just terrified about bringing the thing to her. I mean I circled the balance with a pen for chrissakes. It looks ridiculous.
And I'm afraid she's a crazy loon who's going to call the cops on me for opening her mail.
Oh boy.
Anyway, so, I'm off to her house now. I think I'm going to drink a bit of alcohol before leaving because I'm honestly terrified. I hope she's not a crazy lady.
Pray for me.