When misdelivered mail is no big deal

My wife and I have had a P.O. box downtown for about 15 years.

It was our answer to a war of nerves with a mail carrier who didn’t seem especially interested in delivering the mail. Ancient history.

Anyway, today I was coming back into the office after my annual summertime lunch with a friend who moved to Minnesota about three years ago but still has a place here.

Newsroom administrator Mary Beth Donelan held up an envelope that had been delivered to the SR’s P.O. box. She wondered if it might actually be intended for my wife, who does not work for the newspaper.

As usual, MB was right.

Correctly addressed to my wife at our personal P.O. box number, it was a check from a guy in Chicago for whom she had done some work. Perhaps because the sender included “Editorial services” in the address, the good folks across the street assumed it was mail for the newspaper.

Nope. But all’s well that ends well.