I feel the same way. My inlaws have a streetside mailbox in a residential area. On several ocassions the mail has not been delivered because the mail-lady is too lazy to drive around cars parked on the side of the road (They always leave plenty of room to pull up to and away from the mailbox). After a while of that, I had to meet the mail-lady at the curb and we had a little chat about how I could fit a tractor trailer between the cars parked along the street and being too lazy to turn the steering wheel isn't an excuse to just drive by.

 

My mailman at home gives our dog treats.

+1 for the postoffice

 

My parents live at the end of a cul de sac, mailbox at the end of their driveway. There is a tree a few feet past the mailbox, whose branches were 'too close to the mailbox for delivery' - per the note the mailperson left in the box one day last week.

Now, my father suffered a severe stroke about 45 days ago. My mom responded to this guys note to let him know that, and that it may take some time for her to get the tree trimmed. He responded and said 'no mail until tree trimmed.'

My mom went down and cut the fucking tree down herself and left it there. Mail started coming again shortly thereafter.

F the post office.

 

I'd be taking a photo of the chair in front of the mailbox & delivering that to the postmaster to illustrate the ridicularity of it. Geez.

 

postmasters dont give a crap. ill get a copy of the letter my mom got from them when they randomly decided to deliver my dads unemployment checks to me 3 hours away when my address was still listed as my parents. apparently because i received a piece of mail with both mine and my GFs name on it in northern NH and Ryan is close to Dean they decided he moved and that the only mail to be forwarded were his UE checks.

when i got the first check i called my mom who called the post office immediately to report their error and get it corrected. It took me receiving 12 of the weekly checks and both my mom and i calling our respective postmasters to get it fixed.

worst thing is, neither my dad nor i put in a forwarding address and MY ADDRESS WITH THE POST OFFICE STATE ETC WAS LISTED AS MY PARENTS. it never changed. apparently mail carriers can decide someone moved and stop delivering mail just because.

my mom filed a complaint with the post office waaaaayyy up the chain. The letter she got back basically said they are federally protected from screwing up, that there is no recourse, and that they dont care. There was something to the effect of saying a Mail Carrier could dump their box of mail in the middle of the street on video and then go home for the day and there would be no recourse for that action.


i hate them consequently

 

I blame Lance.

 

the answer is clear

Let the Post Office know that as you consider moving the box that has had delivery for so many years unhithered, we as a public will consider breaking the USPS apart and privatizing the delivery. Not only will the legacy overhead costs of medical and pension go away, but we will see an immediate increase in the quality of service.

 

And costs. We'll see an immediate rise in the cost of USPS mail as the costs of the $100 billion in real estate that the post office controls would need to be amortized for years.

But it would probably run smoother....

 

Ms. Postmaster


That's a power-trip individual right there. The funny part is that after you cause a ruckus at the post office, TSA (thousand standing around) will pull your shit apart next time you travel.

Big Sis.........she's everywhere.

 

The funny part is that after you cause a ruckus at the post office, TSA (thousand standing around) will pull your shit apart next time you travel.

Don't even get me started there. My wife hid her most expensive jewelry in a pouch in the side pocket of a piece of luggage in our closet--about $7K worth. She thought it would be safe there. Never told any of us. My lunk-head son went on a trip to London, UK to visit his buddy over Thanksgiving break and used the suitcase without checking the pockets. You guessed it, jewelry is gone. I won't get into our runaround with the TSA here.

 

Walking delivery in my neighborhood. You can clearly see the box on my porch from the sidewalk, and whether the door is up or down.
But when it's down (mail inside) the postal carrier never bothers to pick up my mail unless they are giving me some too :angry:

I often have to walk 12 blocks to the main Post Office (through one of the worst neighborhoods in the city) just to mail something that can't wait several days to go out.

 

Fuckin' lazy-ass postal fuckin' government fuckin' workers!!

Amen to that!