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September 22, 2005

Hiding Behind My Fame

Bet you didn't know I'm famous. Thing is, neither did I. The title of this post is simply the opinion of someone who sent me a lovely card from across the pond and wrote on the back of the envelope: Talk about hiding behind fame! It made me laugh.

The card sender didn't know my last name or perhaps just forgot what it is, or something. (I'm pulling possibilities out of thin air here because I dare not accept fault for this, uh, issue.) Resourceful person that he is, his remarks didn't begin and end with the fame comment but continued, accusing me (in what I readily assume was a playful way) of deliberately challenging him and the "postwoman or mailman" followed by yet another exclamation ! point. Next, he then inquired as to why my non de famille could not be found in certain places online. In ending his evident frustration (or playfulness, which is how I prefer to view it) he then tacked on a last bit about my information in the phone book, which one and... ? something else that I couldn't read.

SO... I'll now flip the envelope over to its face and share with you how it is addressed. It reads (and I'm not making this up) as follows:

Cindy C. aka Cynthia C. aka Squip, aka Squipper (may this find her!)
my address
USA
(Etats-Unis)

Kudos to the local NYC post office employees who obviously had their clever hats on when the envelope arrived here from Europe. One can imagine a group of U.S. Postal workers gathered 'round this one envelope, noting the exotic postmark from 'overseas' and the desire to resolve the mystery. " Why, it's from Paris!" worker A blurted out. "We MUST figure this out! It could be a LOVE LETTER FROM PARIS, and WHAT IS MORE ROMANTIC THAN THAT!!!!?????" *clears throat* Sorry (but not really.) I couldn't resist that digression. Meanwhile, back at the post office in NYC, the clues were spelled out: a correct street address but no apartment number made this tricky. When it came to matching the name of the recipient with the address, since there were a few names to choose from, I'll guess that it was process of elimination. Below the address are two question marks (like so: ? ? perhaps representing, well, which name is it?!?) and finally, my apartment number was written in with a circle drawn around it.

*BINGO!*

With the completion of my envelope reading, I almost didn't want to open the envelope to discover what was inside. I was laughing so hard and wasn't quite ready to let go of the funnies in order to relieve that poor weary envelope of its fate accompli. Of course in typical 'me' fashion, I felt a bit guilty that the sender, though it's purely implied here, made numerous attempts to find my last name. Hmm... email someone who knows me well? Ah, but that would ruin the surprise, wouldn't it. My other solution would have been the obvious one: just ask me. The main thing is that it's the thought that counts, right? Right. :-)

p.s. the notecard was indeed as amusing and delightful as the envelope... and that's all I'm going to say without carrying on about the racy content. You know, on the topic of blogging. ;-) As far as my fame is concerned, well... uh, right. Whatever! :-)

Cindy

Comments

Brain matter deposited by: Joost on September 23, 2005 11:45 AM

Brain matter deposited by: BLUE on September 23, 2005 12:19 PM

Brain matter deposited by: Cindy on September 23, 2005 3:24 PM

Brain matter deposited by: Cindy on September 23, 2005 3:24 PM

Brain matter deposited by: Joost on September 23, 2005 4:52 PM

Brain matter deposited by: zed on September 26, 2005 12:13 PM