This morning–and I don’t know why this happened–I opened my front door to find this on my doorstep:
I don’t know how this beluga got where it was–it might have swam there, as it was raining all night. Oh, and it’s not the photo part of this card I saw first; it was message-side up:
So many questions go through my mind:
- How DID this come to be on my front porch, about 14 inches from my door, exposed to the rain?
- Why did whomever brought it to me not drop it in my mail slot?
- Why did the sender (this came, you may have noticed, from Germany via Postcard United) write in colored ink on a floral field? Colored inks are problematic.
- And why did that sender write part of that message across the address information?
Between numbers 3 & 4, I don’t really know what’s going on. I mean, even the part of the message I CAN read–I just don’t know what’s going on.
I never know what’s going on.
I’ll assume, I guess, that the sender didn’t even know that the purple pen was filled with water-soluble ink. And of course, the person didn’t know the card would be left on my semi-rainy front step–BUT–one can assume that any postcard, on its journey, may well encounter a bit of water on a floor, in a postal box, on a thumb–or something.
I use a water-resistant, fast-drying black-inked pen, and I always regret when I end up using a different pen. Since joining the snail mail revolution, I’ve started buying these pens (which I learned about in a Mental Floss interview with a pen guy of some sort) in bulk. It’s actually about time I ordered a 3rd box of 12.
Snail mail can’t win back the world, if it’s illegible.