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A twilight zone story is a situation or conversation that you found yourself part of, that had you wondering what was going on. Is this Candid Camera? An alternate reality? Have I lost my mind?
One of mine:
Back in the 1989s I lived in SE Portland. One day I asked my wife "Have you seen any mail recently?" She had not
Our place was a typical SE home with a front yard and a waist high chain link fence. The mailbox was on the front porch.
I went to the post office at Creston Station and inquired about the matter. I was informed that my mail service had been discontinued because there was a large dog in the yard and they were holding my mail at the post office.
I suggested that it might have been a good idea to let us know first. The man behind the counter replied "We sent you a post card about it". When he handed me the accumulated mail sure enough, there was the post card. When I tried to point out the illogic of this I was met by a dull stare and a repetition of "we sent you a post card", "yes, here it is" I replied.
I went around in this manner for another minute or so and then gave up.
One of mine:
Back in the 1989s I lived in SE Portland. One day I asked my wife "Have you seen any mail recently?" She had not
Our place was a typical SE home with a front yard and a waist high chain link fence. The mailbox was on the front porch.
I went to the post office at Creston Station and inquired about the matter. I was informed that my mail service had been discontinued because there was a large dog in the yard and they were holding my mail at the post office.
I suggested that it might have been a good idea to let us know first. The man behind the counter replied "We sent you a post card about it". When he handed me the accumulated mail sure enough, there was the post card. When I tried to point out the illogic of this I was met by a dull stare and a repetition of "we sent you a post card", "yes, here it is" I replied.
I went around in this manner for another minute or so and then gave up.