Just a day ago I got a pleasant surprise from the good old Post Office. A woman in Sweden was sending me 66 chips on consignment to sell for her. She did everything wrong: weak packaging, no receipt, poor addressing, no return address and --worst of all-- no customs form attached, which is supposedly needed and useful for tracking. That was 2 months ago. We thought it was stolen in the mail. But, thanks St Anthony, it arrived yesterday to everyone's surprise and relief. She later told me she wondered if I believed that she had sent it. I wondered if she believed me that I had never received it.

The parcel had been repackaged in a special Post Office unit in Atlanta, Georgia, and sent to me, with this form letter inside:

Robert