Being Mr. Kenny

The office where I work is situated in a building complex in which there are a number of other businesses. We frequently get mail that belongs to one of these other businesses, and have to send it back to the Post Office to be re-delivered. We could pop it through their letterboxes ourselves, I suppose, but it’s much easier just to chuck it in a little box and let the postman take it away at the end of the day. This way, at least, we’re helping Royal Mail learn from its mistakes.

On the lower level of the bulding there is also a public toilet, and this morning I had the pleasure of receiving a piece of post addressed to “Public Conveniences”. There was no “care of”, or FAO, or anything like that — it was just “Public Coveniences” and the street name. I’m left wondering who sent this letter, and whether or not they really thought about what they were doing. No doubt it was printed out by a computer, but really, someone must have at least hesitated as they entered “Public Conveniences” into the addressee field.