My husband, Dan, recently called in to complain to a certain unnamed company that a product he received did not meet his expectations. As a thank you for informing the company about the problem, he was going to receive a coupon for a free replacement. I was present in the room while he was on the phone with a representative, giving the mailing address where the coupon could be sent. He repeated it a few times to the rep, who never asked to have anything spelled out, and was told he would receive the coupon within a week’s time.
The envelope pictured above was what we received. My husband was so excited to finally have the coupon that he neglected to see our address hilariously misspelled on both the mailing envelope and the apology letter enclosed with his beloved coupon… till I pointed it out to him. We had a good laugh about it, and I bet the employees at the post office had a good one as well.
For the record, this is what the address was suppose to be, not this. I sure hope there is a difference between a breast exam x-ray and the first mayor of our beloved city (unless someone has a good joke I have not heard yet).