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Delivered to the wrong house again.

I'm pretty sure my street has a new mailman, I never see the regular guy anymore at all, heck, I never even see the mail truck anymore.
But whoever is delivering the mail now, keeps giving me my neighbors mail.
Not my next door neighbor, but a neighbor 10 houses up.
Our house addresses are exactly 1 number dfferent.
I'm 5328, and they are 5428.
I don't know how they can make that mistake repeatedly, there's a big difference in the appearance of the numbers 3 and 4.

But anyway, once again, I got their mail which includes the husband's guitar magazine, and the wife's furniture catalog.
From reading the address info on the back of it, I think she's an interior designer.
I have to confess something.
I flip through their magazines before I send Sebastian up the street to stick them in their mailbox.
Is that a crime?
I know you can't tamper with other people's mail, like open envelopes and stuff, but these are magazines with no seal keeping them closed, no plastic wrap, just wide open and ready to be read magazines.
Am I breaking the law by flipping through them?

The guitar magazine is very cool, there are some beautiful ones in there, custom designed and painted ones, and an order form to get a custom painted one if you want one.
They are way expensive though.
And her furniture mags, oh man, I love looking through them.
The pieces are just so gorgeous, and the beds and sofas look incredibly comfy, and there's all these paintings and throw pillows and stuff that you can buy to make the whole room come together.

But I get done flipping through them, get done oohing and ahhing over the stuff, and then I send Sebastian up the street to plop them in their mailbox.
What's funny about this mail mix-up is that they never get any of my mail, I've asked, and nope, they don't.
I need to stake out my mailbox one of these days and drive home to the mail person that 3 and 4 are not the same number, and he needs to pay closer attention to what he's cramming in my mail box.

Comments

Oh my goodness, is my Evil Post Office opening a new branch in Sarasota? Sounds like a lot of what I go through. Only my neighbors can't be arsed to bring me the mail that was mis-delivered, as you have Sebastian doing. This is why we have bank statements and such sent to a P.O. box, here, we would not know who was breaking laws (and potentially being identity thieves) by opening it.

As for your question, I don't think that flipping through the magazines is a crime, being that they haven't been sealed when delivered. How would anyone know, anyway? The postal workers themselves probably flipped through anything that looks interesting...I bet they even do it at the Good Post Office where we have our P.O. box. I don't care, as long as they don't ruin the magazine, and I get it.

To me, this is FAR less obnoxious than when you are buying a magazine at the grocery store, and the cashier has to flip through it, and talk about it with the bagger. And I'm standing there, being annoyed, thinking, just ring it up already so I can get out of here!

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