What? Two posts in one day? Cori, are you feeling okay?
Upon giving myself a few extra minutes to get to the bus stop, I stopped and checked my mail. This has become a regular thing since starting school. I think I must be confusing the hell out of the mail-lady.
Anyway, upon sorting through the flyers, advertisements, postcards from local politicians who don’t realize that sending me that stuff makes me less likely to vote for them, and bills (seriously, what’s with all the bills? I paid for electricity like a month ago) I found this:
Cue the hasty exit of any sense of calmness and rationality.
As I was waiting for the bus, I left the mail in the mailbox, with the plan of picking it up on the way back from school. And, for some reason, (crazy, huh) I couldn’t stop thinking about this letter from the IRS.
Why were they sending me a letter? It’s not a check, it’s a letter. What do they want? This could be really bad. But, if it was really bad, it would have been a certified letter, or someone would have come and knocked on my door in person, right? That’s what happens on TV and in the movies, right? They just sent me a check for $37. Do they want their $37 back? I already spent it. Okay, so it wouldn’t be hard to find another $37… and so on and so forth.
Finally (I missed the bus I wanted to get on, but that’s okay because it was running early, so I wasn’t late for class or anything) I went back to the mailbox and pulled out the letter. I figured if I was going to be freaking out, I might as well see if there was something worth freaking out over. It could be nothing after all. Never mind that even when it’s nothing, in my head, it’s never nothing.
Upon opening the envelope, I discovered this: