How would you like to play with a mailman? Or rather, the postal system at large?
I've shipped stuff all over the country (birthdays, Cmas, etc) for almost twenty years and this year, this year when I send my sister the afghan that took me eight months to crochet and, when spread out, covered my king-size bed, corner to corner, they lose it.
And of course, being the naive skwirrel who ignored the nervous feeling in her gut when she handed it over to the postal worker, I did not put a tracking number on it.
"Why?" I asked myself on the morning of 11/9. "You've never had a problem sending anything before. Everything has always, always, always gotten where it was supposed to be on time and in one piece. Stop being silly. You're just nervous because you've spent so much time and effort and yarn on the thing. Let it go."
So I did.
And it's gone.
I've shipped stuff all over the country (birthdays, Cmas, etc) for almost twenty years and this year, this year when I send my sister the afghan that took me eight months to crochet and, when spread out, covered my king-size bed, corner to corner, they lose it.
And of course, being the naive skwirrel who ignored the nervous feeling in her gut when she handed it over to the postal worker, I did not put a tracking number on it.
"Why?" I asked myself on the morning of 11/9. "You've never had a problem sending anything before. Everything has always, always, always gotten where it was supposed to be on time and in one piece. Stop being silly. You're just nervous because you've spent so much time and effort and yarn on the thing. Let it go."
So I did.
And it's gone.