Night of the Living Dead Letter Office

Yesterday, after the SFSFC meeting and a walk around Quarry Lakes to burn off some of the carbs ingested at El Patio restaurant across the street from the Centerville train station where we met, I walked back home and there was my SFSFC meeting notice. This was one of the things trapped in the out-of-service mailbox, so at least I know they did rescue the mail and that my bill payment will eventually arrive. I usually mail a copy of meeting notices back to myself to make sure they've dispatched properly, which is how I detected the problem with the mailbox in the first place.

On Monday, I'm going to check and see if they've sealed off that dead mailbox or at least put new signs on it to warn people that it's not in use.

( SFSFC Rules and Meeting Neepery )