The Mail Bet

Courtesy of my insurance company, some super groovy address labels were waiting for me in yonder mailbox when I got off work tonight. And by "super groovy" I mean abysmal and like something a caricature of a grandmother would use in a bad, cliched movie. Which is to say, I loved them. Immediately I decided I would send as many envelopes as I could with a small piece of paper in each, bearing but a single phrase: "How do you like my new addresses labels?"

So I turned to my roommate Craig in a fever, asking him "Whose address do you know?" Between the two of us, we couldn't come up with a single address we knew. After briefly considering sending some type of mail with my new and flowery address label firmly positioned in the upper left-hand corner to a random name in the phone book, conversation turned to sending mail to ourselves. More to the point, conversation turned to how long it would take for a letter mailed here from the apartment complex to go to the Post Office then return to the apartment complex in our mailbox. I set an over/under of three days (the day the letter was mailed counts as day one) and Craig took the under with his guess being two days. The letter should go in the mail first thing tomorrow. We have 10 whole dollars riding on this. So in three days time, I assure you I'll be living it large. With 10 whole dollars.