Finally, justice is about to be, um, delivered. Just like you, dear reader, I am hesitant to report complaints directly to this system, as I do not want my bills to land in the dead letter office. Now, if they do somehow catch wind of me, I have proof henceforth of this dated review. Please allow me to present the evidence:
-My mom called to inquire about her forwarded mail. She was handed over to the manager. He was very rude. Possibly the fear of another papercut was affecting him.
-A package never arrived. I had a proof of delivery from sender. When my husband requested "Form 1000" to possibly find package, they had no idea what that form was.
-A carrier actually asked via note for due postage from a letter that was sent to me. Me, people, me. What did I have to do with it?! Dear mail-lady: Next time, write to the sender, not the receiver. Sheesh! Yeah, I paid. Pity.
-Carriers speed down quiet, country lanes while semi-blasting "Today's Hits" and/or "Today's Gossip" while on their cell phones. So glad we do not have these things called sidewalks here, anyway. This decreases my chance of locomoting and possibly getting clipped while hearing strains of local news backed by mild guitar riffs.
-Packages have been left twice hanging on my across-the-street mailbox via trashbags at least twice. Um, if bored teenagers have time to smash that sucker, wouldn't ya think that maybe someone has time to steal my packages? Carriers: Do what you get paid for and leave it at my door. Please.
-I once left a note to mailbox-smashers (see fifth point above). A mail carrier seemed perturbed by this. I am perturbed by intoxicated males, so leave the therapy to me.
-Some carriers rush so much that they do not close the mailbox properly, resulting in mail that has been transformed into papier-mâché.
-I have lived here eight years now. For the past two summers, a carrier has complained that the flora by the across-the-street mailbox is damaging her car. She leaves a note. The first year that I inspected it and cleared it it was not even a mini-jungle. The weeds could touch her car, yes, but damage it? She has clear, safe passage defined by postal laws. Plus, the land is not even owned by me. Technically, because of that, do I possibly not have to landscape around the box? Technically, because the post office owns the box, should they send out their landscaper? We will never know, because we try to keep the peace by performing this task that is not compensated for by the local government. Hey, the second year I just cut the basics, did not get poison ivy like I did the first year, and imagined sending them a bill for slight pain and suffering. Oh, I forgot to mention the fact that I have a six-inch space to work in with zooming cars at my back. Add some emotional fees to that said bill: "Please, I do not want to die today because someone purchased a car that was not suited to their profession but instead suited to their lifestyle." I am not kidding- I know that complaining empowers some, but is it really worth it? I mean, I know that I am ironically complaining now, but no one is going to possibly get directly, physically harmed by this review.
Sorry for going postal.
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