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Mail Labels

I usually care about my privacy. This means protecting my personal data from falling in the wrong hands, whenever I can. One of the situations in which personal data leakage (and after that the tons of spam or the identity theft) can occur is when you are throwing away things that have your full name and address on them. That’s why I carefully shred all things that fall into this category. One special item in this category: postal package labels. Usually I peel off the sticker that has my name and address and shred it. I recycle the box.
Now, in the building I live there are two areas in which you can throw away trash: one for things that can be recycled and one for common/normal trash.
Why am I telling you all this? Of course, I’m building up to something extraordinary, not, that I have to share. The other day I was taking out the trash, the common one, and while I entered the disposal area I notice a cardboard box, the dead carcass of a postal package. Setting aside the fact that it was disposed in the wrong location, it had the destination name and address on it. What followed were 5 minutes of continuous chuckling. Here is why:
alertporn
To protect the innocent soul that doesn’t know how to recycle (not that I give a damn about recycling, but since everybody is doing it I don’t want to be the bastard that kills the polar bears) I have censored out most of the stuff on the label, except the funny part. The fine’s gentleman’s name was: *** ***alertporn. Yeah, you’ve read it right, it ended with alertporn. How the heck does one get to have such a funky name and not recycle? Anyway, right now, I know that the building I live in has someone who can alert us all on porn :) :) :) :)

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