To the Editor:
Though it can’t be found in Nostradamus’ “Quatrains,” there’s a new concern trumpeting the end of the world.
I always thought the advent of reality TV was a sure sign of a dying planet, but this is more frightening.
I stumbled across this, not in the scriptures, but by a chance glance at the TV. Staring back at me was a woman with a terribly pained expression. Turning up the volume, I heard her lamenting the fact that Saturday mail delivery was going the way of the dinosaur, and we were certain to follow.
I went to their website and found like-minded people calling on a nation to stock up on non-perishables in anticipation of the first Saturday without mail. The website is deliveringforamerica.com, and it emphatically contends that dropping Saturday mail will end civilization as we know it.
Why do I feel so strangely unaffected? I know I was more apprehensive with the Mayan calendar countdown. Is it because Saturday mail serves very little purpose? By the time I get a check in Saturday’s mail it can’t be cashed; the bank is closed. If I get a questionable bill on Saturday, I can’t deal with it until Monday. Sure I’m going to miss some Presidents Day mattress sales, but I look at it this way: it’s one less trip to the recycling bin.