My friend Lindy Comstock is a linguist at UCLA. She was packing to head to a conference this morning. I wished her a safe trip and told her I was considering mailing myself somewhere. She thought this was funny and silly and wanted to know how it turned out.
Therefore, I had one of my silly ideas and silly look at life, so Lindy, this is for you.
I brought my sorry self to the post office and worked my way to the counter.
“How may I help you?”
“I want to mail myself.”
“Where’s the package?”
“I’m the package.”
The clerk looked rather cross, I don’t know why.
“Sir you can’t mail yourself.”
“People can’t mail themselves.”
“The post office keeps claiming it’s losing money. If I airmail myself first class, you guys will get all sorts of money. I want to be airmailed to France.”
As you can see, it is all a fantasy and I never left Tucson. It would have been funny, if they’d done it.
“Oh that cargo hold is cold and the cats and dogs whining for all those hours. Big babies. What will happen when they open the hold? Stay tuned?