Dragging after a red-eye back from San Fran, all I wanted to do was grab my mail to read while I soaked in the tub. Then I opened my apartment lobby door and was greeted by this mess.
That big hole – that’s where the mailboxes used to be. A quick search did not reveal the alternate mail location, which makes me wonder: Where is my mail?
Seeing that I followed the mailman tip guide, I’m not too worried that it’s lost, my mailman takes care of me, but it’d be nice to know where the mail went.
Any ideas?
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
