Where Does THIS Go?

I sat down to pay my bills today. Always a daunting task. I'm just ever so grateful the companies who provide a convenient, self-addressed envelope want to ensure that I get it ALL right.

There is the company address clearly labeled on the front of the envelope. Check.

Neat little lines in the upper left corner so I don't inadvertently scrawl my name in the wrong place. I fill it in. Check

And in the upper right hand corner . . . wait! Something is amiss! I check the other envelopes for other companies. They all have little squares clearly labeled "Place Stamp Here." I look at the one in my hand again. No box. No instructions.

I'm having a panic attack! Where am I supposed to put the stamp on this thing? Lower right corner? Lower left corner? The back? Oh, what to do, what to do!

I haven't experienced a tragedy of this caliber since the time I tried to close a box of cereal and the company failed to inform me where to put the tab! And then there was the time before that when I failed to read the instructions on the bag of chips that CLEARLY stated I was to open the bag at the TOP. Silly me. Oh. Yes, and the incident before that - a terrible time that I prefer not to talk about - I shudder to think of it. I believe it's enough to say that there is a very good reason matchbooks state "Close cover before striking."

I hate to think how this world could fall apart if every manufacturer in the world suddenly stopped telling us EXACTLY what to do. Look at me. I can't pay this bill because they failed to tell me where to put the stamp. Perhaps I'd better call and ask, or . . . wait!

Could it be that this one company actually believes their customers are intelligent enough to figure it out on their own? Ooh. It sends chills down my back. Still, I think I better call and ask just to be sure.