As much as I like to receive letter, and I truly enjoy writing and sending them, I have grown a great dislike for mailboxes.
In Germany, we had a Mail Room Mail box that we had to walk about a half mile to. In El Paso, we had a mailbox that we had to walk down the block to. Here, my mailroom is another half mile walk.
In these cases, I have grown to dislike the somewhat necessary evil of the mailbox because first, I don’t have time to walk. I’m busy. The last thing I have time for is to run by the mailroom—especially if is only open during business hours or I have to drive to the post office if there is a package that won’t fit in the little box.
Second, I don’t always trust the people who work in the mailroom. Don’t get me wrong, they are all good people. And they are trying the best is every case. However, they are still people. People make mistakes from time to time—I understand that. The problem with mailrooms and post offices is that the longer your package stays with these people, the greater chance of a mistake. Nothing against the workers, it is just math.
Finally, I just don’t want to walk. Even on Saturday, especially on Saturday, I don’t want to walk all the way over there when I am all the way over here.
So, the point is, give me a door to door postman any day.
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