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23 September 2004 — My Wife is a Terrorist (20)

I tried to mail a birthday present to Tiffany today, but was thwarted by the ever-vigilant United States Postal Service.

"Please remember to mail this," Kris said this morning, handing me a small box labeled GLASS. "Send it third class."

"I'll try to remember," I said. That's what I always say when she asks me to do something. Somehow I labor under the misapprehension that the phrase absolves me of guilt when I forget to do what she asks. Which is often.

After work, I stopped at the Oak Grove post office. I was helped by a an older woman, about fifty, with dark wavy hair pulled back in one of those elastic bands. She wore glasses and a badge that indicated her name was DeAnne.

"What can I do for you?" asked DeAnne.

"I need to ship this third class," I said as I plopped the box on the countertop.

DeAnne looked at the box. She looked at me. I shifted my feet, uncomfortable under her gaze. At length, she spoke. "You can't send that third class," she said, exasperated, as if I were a child to whom she'd already explained this elementary piece of postal knowledge several times.

"Er, okay," I said. "I don't care how it gets there so long as it gets there. You choose."

DeAnne squinted her eyes at me, disapproving, and then began to punch numbers into her computer.

"It's labeled GLASS," she said. "Will it break if it's jostled around?" She nudged the box, I guess to demonstrate what she meant by "jostled".

"I don't know," I said. DeAnne glared at me.

"What's inside the box?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said. I'm sure Kris told me at one time, but I'd long since forgotten.

DeAnne's glare intensified, and she pushed the box away. "I can't accept this," she said, again using the exasperated parent tone.

I was dumbstruck. "Why not?" I asked.

"You don't know what's inside that box," she DeAnne. "For all I know, a terrorist gave this to you."

"A terrorist?" I said. "My wife gave me this package to mail. It's a birthday present for her sister."

DeAnne was unimpressed. "That doesn't matter. I cannot accept that package."

I drove home, task unfulfilled. I had remembered to mail the package, but the net effect was the same as if I had not.

And all because my wife is a terrorist.

On this day at foldedspace.org

2005My Husband the Chef   Today I'm posting something Kris wrote eighteen months ago. It's too funny to be allowed to just disappear.

2003Golden Grahams   In which I'm not so good at eating the most important meal of the day.

2002Litany of Woes   Pam will be pleased to hear that I've begun to set my clocks back, switching from Daylight Savings Time (an anachronistic farce) a month early, as usual.

Comments
On 22 September 2004 (05:47 PM), Joel said:

Ohmigod. When Kris Gates, paragon of truth, justice, and a drug-free America sides with the likes of Al-Qaeda, then you know:
They've Already Won.

Also, funniest thing I've heard today: 'She nudged the box, I guess to demonstrate what she meant by "jostled".'


On 23 September 2004 (08:05 AM), Tiffany said:

So, you are saying that my gift will be late? Glass? glass? I was hoping for wood.

The USPS has gone crazy just like the airports. I use prepaid Priority envelops all of the time for work. You can put as much as you can fit in these things for $3.85. However, as of a few months ago, if you put over a pound of stuff in, you have to hand it to a USPS employee. This means I much drive to Post office and stand in line, only to hand over this envelope; No questions are asked, No X-rays are taken. When I asked why the new rule, I was told ‘To reduce the possibility of shipping a bomb.” As if looking at me when I had over the envelope is going to do a thing about reducing the possibility of me shipping a bomb.


On 23 September 2004 (08:11 AM), Jon said:

My wife *regularly* gives me grief for forgetting something that she wants me to do during the day. You aren't alone. Speaking of which... I just remembered something I was asked to do!


On 23 September 2004 (08:25 AM), J.D. said:

Tiff: As if looking at me when I had over the envelope is going to do a thing about reducing the possibility of me shipping a bomb.

HA!

I felt exactly the same way. I'm not sure how knowing (or claiming to know) what is in your birthday package alleviates the possibility that a terrorist gave it to me to mail. The logic baffles.


On 23 September 2004 (08:59 AM), Johnny said:

This is much like asking me at the airport e-ticket check in whether anyone unknown to me has asked me to carry anything on the plane.

Hmmmmm. Let's see. If I'm just Joe Citizen, am I likely in this day and age to just out of the goodness of my heart transport something for a complete stranger? If I'm a terrorist and I want to smuggle a bomb on board a plane, under what circumstances would I answer "Yes" to the question as to whether anyone unknown to me has asked me to carry something on the plane? Oh, oh, I know! I could say, "No, I know my cousin's cousin Abdul very well and HE asked me to carry this package on board the plane. So no one unknown to me has asked me to carry anything on the plane." Or maybe, "No, I packed this bomb myself."


On 23 September 2004 (09:01 AM), mac said:

All of the USPS counter employees share something in common with our illustrious author--they were psychology majors in college. Therefore, they have been trained in the [soft] science of lie detection. When they ask what's in the package, they aren't listening to the answer, but HOW you answer. If there's anything shaky or unconvincing, then they've eliminated one more mail bomb. J.D., you missed your calling :)


On 23 September 2004 (10:21 AM), Amy Jo said:

I recently sent friends a couple of jars of jam. I wrote "fragile" on the outide of the package in large, bold black letters. The clerk wanted to know if any of the contents were liquids. This threw me into a tizzy because jam isn't a liquid yet it does weep a bit. Does the tsp of so of sugar syrup that often rises to the top of jam count as a liquid in the eyes of the USPS? I replied no, but maybe I lied . . .


On 23 September 2004 (10:39 AM), Pam said:

The USPS has always had it out for the little guy. It supports the environmental destruction of our planet by allowing credit card applications and other big-business junk mail items to be stuffed in your mailbox for a mere 8-10 cents, while a highly desired personal letter will cost the sender 37 cents (40, if she supports breast cancer). And since all of this junk mail is "presorted" (the justification for the lower price), it never has to go thru routine postal security. Visa and Mastercard could be sending anthrax to millions while private citizens are being harassed at the counter for sending innocent glass birthday gifts! it is almost as bad as farm subsidies, but don't get me started!!

:)


On 23 September 2004 (11:57 AM), Big Brother said:

The really scary thing...?

This conversation is being noted by some computer at the NSA.

"Your tax dollars at work."


On 23 September 2004 (01:56 PM), Tiffany said:

Buy the way, I feel much safer now that Cat Stevens is being sent back to London. NOT. And how do you think the people of Maine feel, he was too big of a treat to land in DC, but he could land in Maine??


On 23 September 2004 (03:34 PM), Dave said:

I think that they diverted the plane to Bangor Airforce Base. Ain't never been there, but they tell me it's nice. I've heard it's miles away from anything even remotely important and has lots of runways. That's why they divert flights there. They did the same thing right after 9/11/01 as well. High security, a long ways away from populations of any significant size and a decently sized base.


On 24 September 2004 (09:46 AM), stephanei said:

I'm so sorry your wife is a terrorist - that's bound to cause trouble later on in all sorts of situations. :-)

Found your blog today . . . cool.


On 24 September 2004 (12:03 PM), Drew said:

JD,

You claim that you were "thwarted by the ever-vigilant United States Postal Service."

Not to be harsh, but I think you were thwarted by your own stubborn adherence to the literal truth.

When asked, "Will it break if it's jostled around?" you might have considered the following:


  1. Kris, your wife, packaged the contents
  2. Kris, your wife, is smart
  3. Smart people understand that glass is fragil
  4. Smart people package fragil objects appropriately for shipping

and answered, "No my wife packed it and she's very careful about such things."

Furthermore, when asked, "What's inside the box?" you might have answered decorative glass art. This answer is likely not false and is instructive enough to convince anyone in the post 9/11 world that it won't blow up an airplane.

My friend, we live in a complicated world that calls for thinking in the long view. Bear this in your oft Libertarian mind as you cast your vote.


On 24 September 2004 (01:08 PM), Dave said:

So, am I correct in thinking then, that the appropriate response from JD would've been to just simply make something up and therefore lie? My God! Lying to the United States Postal Service?!?! It sounds vaguely seditious.


On 24 September 2004 (03:03 PM), Dana said:

Subvert the Dominant Paradigm!


On 25 September 2004 (08:29 AM), Drew said:

simply make something up and therefore lie?

I doubt that there is anything false in my suggested replies. However, that is not the point. The point is that the question the postal officer really asked was, "Is there a weapon of mass destruction in this package?" Clearly the correct answer is 'no'. Perceiving the message beneath the words would have expedited the delivery of this package. Rather like Plato's forms, really.


On 25 September 2004 (08:31 AM), Drew said:

simply make something up and therefore lie?

I doubt that there is anything false in my suggested replies. However, that is not the point. The point is that the question the postal officer really asked was, "Is there a weapon of mass destruction in this package?" Clearly the correct answer is 'no'. Perceiving the message beneath the words would have expedited the delivery of this package. Rather like Plato's forms, really.


On 25 September 2004 (02:20 PM), Lisa said:

Excellent. I recently mailed a package of plants to South Dakota. They were Hens and Chicks and other succulent type things, so I just rolled them up in paper and tossed them in a box.

A few days later, I got a call from a postal employee who supervises a sorting center, who explained that people were worried because the box was leaking some powdery substance.

I explained that they were plants, the substance was dirt, and apologized for the alarm it may have caused. She told me that she would put the box in a bag to avoid other questions along the way.

However, it's the same problem: if the box had been stuffed with anthrax, would I really have confessed? It seems so strange.

Besides, I had no idea that a post office employee would just give a person a call like that.


On 27 September 2004 (08:32 AM), Johnny said:

Or more to the point, how did they know your phone number?


On 27 September 2004 (08:49 AM), Lisa said:

Good question.


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