Further proof that mundane everyday life is absurd for Mastandreas: you all did get my address correct, and yet all my December mail was returned to sender. During December my mail key chose to cease working, so I turned in a maintenance report to my Housing Association that I would need a new key and lock cylinder for my mailbox. In retrospect, its funny that I believed this would work when they still haven't replaced the window that was blown in October, but I submitted it...and waited for a week. The following week I started gettting a bit concerned so I left a note on my box for my mailman with my cell number asking if he can kindly call me so that I can meet him there, after all I work during his delivery hours and during December early January, every Saturday seemed occupied. I got no response. So another week goes by and I leave a second note more desperate than the last...to "PLEASE HELP ME, Im paying all my bills over the phone and I didn't get a single Christmas card this year." So now I get my neighbors in on the action, as they wait for him to come and accost him. He says "tell the resident I'm going to take care of it for him...he just needs to go to the Post Office to pick up his mail." Indeed, I went to the Post Office the following Saturday, waited on a line to Spain, and of course they tell me the mail carrier issued a request for 290 Cypress Point to "return to sender". I would like to choke that spiteful bastard...although it would be funny if any of those cards passed through Uncle Vito's hands twice. However the situation is officially corrected, I apologize for those who thought I left town for good. Mark my words: I will have my revenge on the USPS of Palm Beach Gardens.