thekristydave

Dave and I recently received a Christmas card from friends of ours in Brooklyn – the first time I have ever gotten a Christmas card from a Hasidic Jewish couple. Anyway, it was addressed to Kristy and Dave Gapoostoliriweeds, but delivered first to another address a few houses down. By now all the neighborhood knows there are a couple of foreigners living in Alexi’s house, most know that the girl in his house is half Greek and half American, and quite possibly they even know my last name, which is a very common name here. Certainly the mailman knows my name and probably Dave’s as well, but apparently gets a bit confused when encountering an anagram of the two.

So the card found its way to our Mediterranean island and landed at the wrong foreigners’ house on the right street. This morning it concluded its journey when I answered the bell and was greeted by a gray-haired woman and her wiccan-looking companion, neither of whom I had met. Holding up a letter and speaking in deliberate Greek with a seemingly German accent, the gray-haired woman asks me, “Can it be you?” Looking closely at the names, I let out a giggle, confirm that it could be me and thank her as I close the door. I laugh a little more when I realize that the letter, missing a house number, was wrongly delivered to the house of the foreigner without a Greek name, that our anagram name appears more German than American, and that the wrong foreigner immediately knew which house held the correct foreigner.