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Shout out for the Post Office

So a while back (over 6 months ago) I bought this Opinel from a French Antique shop and it never came.
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I wrote it off a long time ago.

Well, never until today. It was dropped in my mailbox in a protective zip-lock back and the content is mostly intact.
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It looks like the post office is not even to blame. Au contraire, someone there figured out the error of the sender and fixed it.

A small chip appeared on the blade, but very fixable.
Good thing too as I have never seen an Opinel in such pristine conditions.


Now, maybe the Thiers Issard #14, the LeGrelot Roi Soleil 15/16 and the other 3 razors still running missing might show up some day.
 

rockviper

Moderator Emeritus
Congratulations! Having something lost is pretty saddening, but when it shows up unexpectantly.... well, that's like a mini-Christmas present!
 

August West

Moderator Emeritus
A Happy Christmas Story

There was a man who worked for the Post Office whose job was to
process all the mail that had illegible addresses. One day, a letter
came addressed in a shaky handwriting to God with no actual address.
He thought he should open it to see what it was about.

The letter read:

Dear God, I am an 83 year old widow, living on a very small pension.
Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had $100 in it, which was all the
money I had until my next pension payment. Next Sunday is Christmas,
and I had invited two of my friends over for dinner. Without that
money, I have nothing to buy food with, have no family to turn to, and
you are my only hope. Can you please help me? Sincerely, Edna

The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other
workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet and came up with a few
dollars. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected $96, which
they put into an envelope and sent to the woman. The rest of the day
all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and the dinner she
would be able to share with her friends.

Christmas came and went. A few days later another letter came from the
same old lady to God. All the workers gathered around while the letter
was opened. It read:

Dear God, How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me?
Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for
my friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your
wonderful gift. By the way, there was $4 missing. I think it was those
jerks at the Post Office. Edna
 
I just spit water all over my tablet! :lol:


A Happy Christmas Story

There was a man who worked for the Post Office whose job was to
process all the mail that had illegible addresses. One day, a letter
came addressed in a shaky handwriting to God with no actual address.
He thought he should open it to see what it was about.

The letter read:

Dear God, I am an 83 year old widow, living on a very small pension.
Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had $100 in it, which was all the
money I had until my next pension payment. Next Sunday is Christmas,
and I had invited two of my friends over for dinner. Without that
money, I have nothing to buy food with, have no family to turn to, and
you are my only hope. Can you please help me? Sincerely, Edna

The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other
workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet and came up with a few
dollars. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected $96, which
they put into an envelope and sent to the woman. The rest of the day
all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and the dinner she
would be able to share with her friends.

Christmas came and went. A few days later another letter came from the
same old lady to God. All the workers gathered around while the letter
was opened. It read:

Dear God, How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me?
Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for
my friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your
wonderful gift. By the way, there was $4 missing. I think it was those
jerks at the Post Office. Edna
 
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