I recently sent a birthday card to my parents’ dog, addressing it to Molly in careful capital letters because I’m not sure she can read cursive. And now I know, for sure, that I’m not the only one who does things like this.
A 27-year-old Londoner had to wait in line at her local post office, trying to explain that she had to pick up a package addressed to her cat because, well, he’s a cat and doesn’t have a government-issued ID card.
“So my mum posted the cat an advent calendar. Unfortunately, we missed the delivery and the post office won’t give it [to] me, as the cat does not have ID,” Brittany Maher-Kirk wrote on Facebook. “I’ve got to ring up the Post Office Head Office and explain that my mother has sent the cat an advent calendar, addressed to the cat, and he can’t pop in to pick it up himself or lend me his ID to do it for him.”
Sure enough, the package was addressed to Ted Maher-Kirk Lindsay (Maher-Kirk and her boyfriend, Ben Lindsay, adopted Ted together earlier in the year). When she called a Royal Mail representative, she was initially told that she couldn’t have the package without producing Ted’s ID. But when she went to the post office in person and explained the situation, the staff members laughed as they gave her Ted’s advent calendar.
Whatever, mailman. Molly’s mail is for her eyes only.