In last night’s post I offered to send postcards to anyone who wants one. Actual postcards. With handwriting and stuff on ‘em. Something I haven’t done since the advent of email.
I figured a dozen or so would take me up on the offer but I had more than SIXTY requests come in from all over the world, including Australia, Germany, the United Kingdom, Canada, and the United States. All of this international representation is only fitting considering this will prove to be the Olympics of postcard writing.
My wife thinks I’m crazy.
Heather: “How are you going to write 60 postcards? That’s going to take you forever.”
Me: “It’s not like I’m going to write some big long novel to everyone. I’ll just write a quick hello.”
Heather: “Yeah, but you have to address them.”
Me: “Oh crap.”
In my mind I’m just thinking “copy/paste” since that’s how I survive now when it comes to communication. But you can’t do that when handwriting, and seeing how my handwriting resembles that of a three-year old, this is going to be as brutal as it is fun.
But I’m not alone in forgetting how regular mail works. Of the 63 people who emailed asking for a postcard, NINE didn’t provide their address. Which leads me to believe that 15% of the population relies entirely on ESP for correspondence. A skill I’m really bad at because I wasn’t even close with any of them.
Tomorrow I’ll head down to the local gift shop and clean them out of postcards. I’m not sure what to do about postage as I’m not clear on international rates, but everyone will get their postcards! If you want one, you still have time. My cut off time is going to have to be noon EST for me to avoid a raging case of carpal tunnel syndrome, but I’ll get ‘em all out.
So long as you at least tell me what state you live in.