|A glittery, oversized Las Vegas postcard. Not the typical mail we receive at my office.|
|Oh look, and it's for me.|
And it's from my friend of 16 years! Wtf?
No signature from the sender; no last name for me, just Beth; the address of the building next store is scratched out then my building number written in; and the hastily-written-looking text that contains factual errors....
Who would send this to me, and why? And should I be scared?