On August 9th I shipped two boxes stuffed with my wife's new school clothes to Yokosuka, Japan. They weighed approximately 24 pounds each. The plan was to have the boxes arrive just at the start of the school year there, August 25. That didn't happen. I didn't lay eyes on those boxes again for 37 days. So much time had passed that my wife not longer was sure what lay in them. This incident gives new meaning to the term snail mail. I expected better for $50 postage.A word of caution, as much as I miss my mother's tortillas, her refried beans, and other delectables, think again before sending perishables over here.
