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Okay this is whimsical and nice-sounding and all but def 100% fake. None of these guys had email addresses? Or ya know…regular fucking addresses? Where this person could have sent a copy of the photo? They didn’t have any relatives with phones or social media this person could have sent the photo too?

Sorry but we don’t live in a fantasy genre adventure society where people without cell phones live off the map please go put a note in a bottle if you want this kind of fix

No it’s real. They were found and they’re from Ballyhaunis Co. Mayo. It took like less than 30 minutes to identify them because everyone knows each other in Mayo apparently

I feel like the fact they’re Irish is not insignificant to the plot of this tale

:: Oh this is super Irish, and if you had ever had cause to mail anything to anyone within the Republic of Ireland you would not be surprised by this. I work for a company that does online retail and use our shipping software to ship stuff all over the world, and one day I had a package destined for Ireland, and the software kept throwing errors because there was no postal code. A lot of times, you’d be surprised, customers don’t bother filling in their addresses properly for online orders, so I have had to literally use Google Maps to stalk them and figure out where they really live. (Yes I once had a customer in Italy specify, in English, “the building with the drugstore underneath” as the third line of the address, and no the package was not delivered, Italian postal carriers don’t use poetic English descriptions instead of addresses, among other problems with the entire thing, namely that Italian postal carriers don’t deliver packages anyway.) 

Anyway, what I found out is, Ireland doesn’t have postal codes. They also don’t do street addresses. 

You just put in the name of the intended recipient, maybe the street they live on, the town, and the country. If, as is often true, there are several people by that name in the town, the mail carrier gives it to the one that’s been there longest, and they look at it and decide if it’s for them, and if not, they pass it along to the next one, and so on, until your intended recipient gets it.

This works, because it’s Ireland. 

(I just looked it up again and I guess they’ve come up with a system of assigning every single unique address its own code, now, as of 2015, but honestly it probably still works the same way it ever did in all practical applications.)

hello?

Had to call the corporate headquarters in Philly just now.
Dialed the number. We don't have speed dial, I had to key it in manually, and I'm bad at numbers so I'm prone to mis-dialing.
Phone rings a whole bunch of times and a guy picks up. "Hello?" he says.
Shit, I think. "Uh..." I said. "This is [myname] from [storename] in Buffalo. Is this [corporate storename]?"
"Uh," the guy says, sounding genuinely confused.
"I must have the wrong number," I said. "Sorry."
"No," he says, "no no, this is-- uhhh, yeah, this is [corporate storename]."
"Okay," I said. "Well, can I talk to [boss]?"
"Sure, sure, hold on, who is it?" he says.
I pause a moment, then replay the earlier autopilot. "It's [myname] from [storename]. In Buffalo?"
"Oh, oh yeah," the guy says, and I think I recognize his voice, he's a guy who's worked there about twenty years, during which I've been calling for about twelve years, about once or twice a day. "Ah, hold on."

For real bro, for real. Twenty years in retail and you answer the phone "hello".

No, it's not the first time this has happened, but I never fail to assume I've dialed wrong.