Last night, after a long day at work, choir practice, and doggie walk, I opened my mailbox and saw a letter from an attorney. To my surprise, the lawyer was offering her services, writing that she had become aware of my upcoming foreclosure on May 5 and that she could help me save my home. I was like, WTF??? The mortgage payments on my condo are current, so I knew this wasn't right. Besides, even if I were facing foreclosure, I'd be contacted by the bank and its attorneys first, not some ambulance chaser. Nonetheless, I sighed, mentally preparing myself for calling the bank in the morning and trying to find out whether due to some clerical error my home was in jeopardy.
Then I noticed that the letter was addressed to "Homeowner #909." I'm in unit 910. Unit 909 is downstairs. Whew. It was indeed a mistake -- the mailman's.
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