It's Not My Fault

I am a very big proponent of taking responsibility for your choices and actions. I will admit (kind of) that there have been times when I bring drama on myself. But this time, it's not my fault.
It seems someone has been taking my mail. They give it back, but only after they open it and hold it for two weeks to a month. Who does this? At first I thought to my very anal mailman, but that was only because he was the person I directly linked to my mail. But he has been my mailman for 3 years and never a problem.

Frustrated about my lack of mail, I called the post office. After a little research on their part (I think they talked to my mailman), they sent me to the postal inspectors. Turns out they really do have postal police. Who knew?

Turns out my mailman filed a report of seeing my neighbors receive my mail, open it, and return it to the box. Funny I hadn’t heard about this. Think Mr. Mailman could have given me a heads up. But the postal inspectors are on the job. There is an operation in place to deal with my mail drama. It almost seems intriguing--CIA-type excitement. But then, it is just my mail. It's hard to get really siked about that.