Episode 109: I kept getting return labels for things I never ordered and the nice lady on the phone said to just mail back anything that weighed about the same
Submitted by Wes — Tulsa, Oklahoma. 63. The first one came about two years after my wife passed, in a plain white envelope with a window. Inside was a prepaid return label, the kind with the barcode and the little postage block, and up in the corner, in the From spot, was my name and my address on Fenwick Street. It was going to a returns center in a town in Indiana I had never heard of. There was an order number. Under that it said, Questions about your return? and a phone number. I had not ordered anything. My wife did all of that. So I called. A woman named Paula picked up on the second…
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