I adore getting things in the mail. My roommate can’t seem to be bothered to check our mailbox, but I do everyday, with dreams of magazines, packages, and random envelopes of money.

Recently it is with this last notion that I brave random awkward encounters with my landlord on the front stoop. The federal government has promised to facilitate my stimulus of the American economy. And so, each day for the past month, I open the mailbox looking for the tell-tale perforated edges of my check, and each day, until yesterday, my dreams were dashed. Yesterday’s vindication quickly passed however, when I noticed that the lone piece of mail, my salvation, was incorrectly addressed to my roommate. Defeated once again, I placed the check on his desk.

He was understandably excited when I shared the news, until he examined the envelope more closely.

In my haste, I mistook “Automotive” to read “Automatic.” The following pictures tell the tale…

I am reminded of Joe’s post awhile ago exposing the shameful tactics some cable companies are using to confuse the less tech savvy about the upcoming conversion of digital television signals. But this direct mail tactic hit closer to home. Local Hyundai dealer, you broke my heart, albeit indirectly.