The United States Post Office decided that I don't exist. <br /><br />You see, I haven't gotten any mail in about two weeks now. Now, normally, I don't get mail every day, so for the first couple of days, I thought nothing of it. Then I went on vacation for five days and came back and there was no mail. Hmm, I thought. Perhaps this is a problem. <br /><br />This morning I called the local post office to ask about that:<br /><br />Me: I haven't gotten any mail in two weeks. Would there be any reason for that?<br />Them: What's your name and address?<br />Me: Kerry ___ of _______________________.<br />Them: There's a forward in the system for you.<br />Me: What?!?<br />Them: From August of 2002?<br />Me: Yeah. But that forward was sending my mail <i>here</i>.<br />Them: Oh, that's not the problem. Your apartment is listed as vacant.<br />Me: What?!?<br />Them: So your mail is moving through the forwarding system right now.<br />Me: But where is it getting forwarded <i>to</i>? <br />Them: Don't worry, it will come back to you eventually.<br /><br />Okay, you know, that's all fine and good that it will come back to me <i>eventually</i> but I have bills that I know must be due <i>tomorrow</i> except that I haven't gotten them yet. I wonder if I can use that as an excuse not to pay them. "Well, AmEx, I would've paid my bill, but apparently I don't exist. Tough luck, eh?" Sigh.