I get a lot of weird emails. Most of the super strange ones I ignore. But recently I got an email I just couldn’t dismiss. Some guy named Sean wrote me and offered to send me a potato. A russet potato.
“If you’re interested,” he said, “I would like your mailing address so that I could send you a potato of your very own.”
I mean, what do you say to that except, “YES! Please send me a spud!”
A few days later, I got the potato in the mail. There was no box. There was no envelope. It was just a potato with stamps and an address written on it. I have to say I’m impressed that the USPS would even ship such a thing. Kudos for the Post Master’s sense of humor.
And I love it. I mean, who wouldn’t want to get a potato in the mail? It’s so random. It’s almost as good as the guy who ships your enemies glitter! Every time I look at my potato, I laugh. And that’s worth the price of the stamps alone.