With the move completed, there's really only one question that remains...
Where do we live?
More specifically, what street do we live on?
That sounds like a stupid question, but then again, you don't live here. Here, it's turned into an issue.
Now, I'm not so foolish as to give out my street address on the blog, so to illustrate today's story we'll have to substitute another street name to get the point across. A plausibly Bako-ish, reasonably stupid street name. Say...
"Weedpatch Drive"
So, to the best of our knowledge, the boyfriend and I just moved into a home on "Weedpatch Dr." That's what it's listed as in all the escrow and bank documents. That's how the street shows up on Google Maps. "Weedpatch" it is.
"Now, hold on there just a gol darned moment" says the Post Office. "There's no such street in Bakersfield as 'Weedpatch Dr.' It doesn't exist. You're mistaken."
Huh?
According to the Post Office, our street doesn't exist. That's because, according to the Post Office, our street is...
"Weed Patch Dr."
BIG difference. See the little space? Two words, not one. According to the Post Office. It's a major issue for them. Confuses them. So much so we may not get any mail. Address something to "Weedpatch Dr." and it may just be sent back as "Return To Sender: Address Unknown".
Well surely someone can sort this out. How about the city?
Well, if you think that then you clearly don't read this blog. Because do you know how the city spells our street?
Both ways!
I'm looking at the street signs as I walk the dogs, and one block is "Weedpatch" and the next is "Weed Patch". Back and forth, alternating for blocks.
It would be humorous if it weren't for the fact that we haven't received any mail here and the address was changed weeks ago.
It reminds me of the Seinfeld episode where Kramer tried to opt out of the Postal system and ended up getting kidnapped by the Postmaster General.
Let's hope it doesn't come to that.
