Following Edge

I love mail, so holidays that fall on a Monday (such as yesterday) are a real double-whammy as I wait two days with no mail at all. Now, it's important to understand that I don't love the mail because I expect nice cards, funny or intelligent magazines, or shipments of panties or toys. Those may arrive, but, rather, I love mail for the same reason I love laundry... making order out of disorder. Mail that requires some action is the best: Bills are good, bills with errors are even better.

You see, with mail and laundry, everything starts in a disorganized chaos that needs some action and then is sorted, opened, cleaned, read, dried, paid, folded, filed, and put away, ending with everything completed and well organized. Obviously, loving this is an obsession of a sick mind.

Well, after the holiday, today's mail did not fall short! First, a bill! Then, two letters from SunTrust bank saying that they've taken over the two mortgages on the little house. It turns out that SunTrust got my name wrong on both mortgage accounts and got Anne Marie's name wrong in two different ways! I'm sure that SunTrust is a very careful and accurate mortgage company, so I'll have to give them a call to let them know about their crooked-fingered, inebriated monkey's data-entry error.

Finally, I got my new Barnes and Noble membership card. I've had a heck of a time getting the card renewed this year. So far, I've gone through two months, a handful of phone calls, and three different member card account numbers. So, I was happy to get the card, and, actually, even happier to discover that it had no number stamped on it.

I don't know what kind of curse is following my Barnes and Noble membership, but you can see on their web site that an account number is a normal feature of their card. Mine (actual scan above) has none, making it hard to use (online, at least). Needless to say, time for another call, another card, and another month of waiting for another piece of mail from them. I love it.