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About a week and a half ago, I started to walk across the street to mail a letter. I got half way across the street, looked up and realized "Where the hell is the damn mailbox?!?!?" So, this morning after seeing an elderly gentleman go to where the box used to be and try to post a letter and having a rather confused look on his face, I thought I'd phone 1-800-ask-usps. heh heh. yeah. So, I give them a buzz. Now, it's 8:20 a.m. and I've been awake for about an hour but the brain isn't 100% on yet. The automated voice asks me how it can route my call. "I dunno, what classifies missing dropbox?" I think as I pound the 0 key a few times. Finally a human picks up and I tell her my dilemma, "I'd like to report a missing mailbox."

"Do you think it was stolen?", she asks...

Remember, I'm not 100% awake and I say, "It's a possibility though I doubt it. It's pretty big. It's one of those big blue drop boxes."

at which we both crack up laughing.

Bring back the mailbox! We have a lot of elderly people in the neighborhood and this is a heavily frequented box!

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