too perfect

I had a health insurance card. It worked fine. I needed to go to the health insurance office for some reason, and when they put the card in their machine to access my dossier, they said that the card didn’t work and that they would have to issue me another one. “Strange,” I thought. “It worked fine until you used it…” So they gave me a stand-in piece of paper representing the fact that I have health insurance and I was told that in two weeks, my new card would be sent to me. About a week later I get two letters, in the same day, from their office. They have been sent by two different people. Both of them are asking for the same document. Apparently, before I can be reissued the card that I already had and that was working fine, I must supply them with a copy of this document. Weird. You guys gave me a card before, but now you can’t give it back to me without something you apparently didn’t need before.

Today, as I walked past the windows of the health insurance office on my way to deliver the necessary document, I saw something that explained so much. Through the window I could see a desk, and on the corner of the desk, right next to some plastic file organizers, was a trash can. On the desk. At least now I understand.