Wednesday, July 22, 2015

A Teachable Moment


I was recently faced with mailing a 16 page newsletter first class in an envelope versus doing the same with a 12 page newsletter. I knew something needed to be done to meet the post office guideline that first class mail in an envelope be 1/4" deep or less.

So, I took the 25 stamped envelopes out to my car, put them under the front wheel, and drove over them.

If you can't stand the sight of spilled ink, stop reading now. Move to Canada. Save yourself.

Anyway, about 21 of the envelopes did get some version of being flattened. Four were ripped apart and had tire tracks on them. I knew I couldn't pin this on the post office since I hadn't mailed them yet, so I had to admit semi-defeat.

Thinking about it, I realized what I could have done was broke into a zoo late at night and hired an elephant to stand on the letters. I'm still trying to figure out what zoo elephants charge for working after midnight. I've seen several figures. It's worse than trying to figure out non-profit bulk mail rates.

Anyway, I think that would be safer than asking a bear to do it, but I guess that depends on what the bear would charge, too.

Just to put this in context, when I was a little kid I decided to bake a cake. It said put two eggs in the bowl. It didn't say take two eggs out of their shells and put them in the bowl. Turned out to be a very crunchy cake. I didn't have a driver's license so I couldn't use a car to drive over the eggs. Anyway, my parents kept a close on me when I was in the car, after the day I decided to open the door and get out about a block from home. I hadn't learned to tuck and roll when exiting a moving vehicle, so I had some bumps and scrapes for my effort to speed up the process of getting home. In my defense, in those days they didn't have a warning label on the door about exiting the vehicle while it was moving.

In my defense of my creative genius, a friend with a Volkswagon bug broke down late at night; the throttle cable broke. I rigged a piece of string to the throttle on the carburetor and ran the string over the top of the bug to the driver's side window. He pulled on the string and managed to drive home.

There might have been a better way to do this, but the elephants at the zoo weren't taking my calls that night.

The string trick doesn't work with women and sex, but I could have been doing it wrong.