I have written before about mis-directed mail - that is, mail intended for us that was sent to some place else. It's really pertinent when the address to get it to us is plainly and correctly written and it still gets sent to God only knows where.
You can read those stories by following these links: One from March and one from April, both from 2009. The latest one happened just a few days ago. Well, we got the letter a few days ago. I have no idea when it originally was sent.
It seems that our good friends at the Internal Revenue Service (IRS) owed us some money, not a lot, but enough that they felt obligated to send it to us. They didn't actually send us the money. What they did was send us an IRS Form 1099-INT. See, they owed us some interest from our taxes last year. So, they wrote up the Form 1099 and fired it off to us, trusting the US Postal Service to get it down to Belize where the Belize Post Office would actually deliver it to us.
That was their first mistake - trusting the US Postal Service. If you're like us, when you hear of mis-directed mail, you probably first think of the Belize Post Office as being at fault. Hah! They never get their hands on it at that early stage. First, the envelope has to be sent by the US Post to some remote and foreign spot on the globe. It's then up to that location's postal folks to re-direct it to us here in Belize.
That's what happened here. The envelope bearing the Form 1099 and plainly and correctly addressed to us in Belize, first had to detour to Paris, France. A location not even in the same neighborhood as ours. Granted, we have Canadian satellite TV and there's a bit of French language programming on there, but I don't think that necessitated sending our mail on an extended journey across the pond, and back.
Anyway, that's what happened. We did get the Form 1099 in time to include it with our tax filing, so no harm done. It's just interesting that we get to add another country to the list of places the US Postal Service has sent mail intended for us here in Belize. I'm glad we don't live in some back-water, out of the way, third world country. Who knows where our stuff would end up.