Picture it, Sicily, 1922 I go to check the mail - our mail is kept in one of those big community lockboxes with a different box for everyone on the cul-de-sac, plus an outgoing mail slot, and a parcel box that comes with it's own specific key that you use for it. The mailperson places this key in your own mailbox whenever you have a parcel to retrieve.

I had one such key on my mailbox today.

But did I use that key to open the parcel box?

Goodness, no.

Whyever would I do something so obvious and practical.

No, you see.

I. USED. MY. OWN. KEY.

To open the parcel box.

And then freaked out when I took the parcels out and noticed my funko pop Wonder Woman keychain dangling from the door instead of the little USPS keychain.

Now, once the key is in there, it is in there.

The only thing that can remove it is the mailperson.

More specifically, the tools the mailperson has to remove it.

So now my key is stuck in the parcel box, the parcel box key is with me, and there is a RIDICULOUS NOTE detailing the events of how I get there taped to the parcel box, with me asking the postperson for help in switching our keys back.

oh noooo

i'm surprised it went into the parcel key slot! ...but to be fair, i've never tried that

I'm surprised it did too! It went in AND turned!

But the parcel key does not work in my own mailbox - I tried - so that's a bonus, at least?

LMAO so our mailman stopped by and was like, "YOUR KEY ISN'T SUPPOSED TO DO THAT!" and we were like, "WE KNOW!"