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Okay, what were the odds that the two people I had to mail packages to would both give me the wrong zip code? Luckily, one was my sister, and I got her address from my mother and noticed the address she gave me was different from the one my mother gave me. Of course, my mother had it right (Drewsie, you live at that address, how does she know it and not you?).

But the other one didn't throw up a red flag until I was at the Post Office and the lady behind the bullet-proof glass told me "This zip is coming up invalid." I hope she had the right one, then. If not, Liz M, your present might end up with Jimmy Hoffa. Your bad.