At the fancy new apartment building, the lobby for public access is closed on Sundays. I was getting ready for my evening walk, and two Door Dash people showed up to rattle the door. I let them in, but made them leave the stuff on the lobby desk. Some people let them in to try to deliver to the apartment. You can’t operate the elevator without a key though, so they end up standing in there until someone else gets in. That doesn’t make me happy.
Decades ago when we were (at least more) normal people we took out a PO box in a local USPS office. The idea was that we could go on our assorted short vacations and our annual long vacation (the agency husband ran followed a school schedule so lots of short vacations) and not have to have our mail held as we did not want the mail stacking up in the box outside our front door.
Just about all of our mail was going there all the time. I would go out daily to run errands and check the box. Then he retired and we would check the box. Then Covid came along and we did NOT want to go out and check the box inside the very publicly active PO. So one at time I changed our mailing address on almost all of our mail – bills, magazines, bank statements, etc. to our house – not an easy thing to get done. About 4 items still go to the box due to them being hard to change the address on and a number of third class mail items still go there also.
Now we are going into the PO to post our outgoing mail. We had one – repeat ONE – item we posted for mailing in the box outside go astray. So, now we walk in (generally once a week), wait in line and hand in our outgoing mail and watch them hand cancel them. If we have received an email that there is something our box there for us we will check the box to see what it is there.
Like everything else these days I am apparently too stupid now to post out going mail on my own or check the box on my own, so after all these decades of his waiting in the car while I take care of business in the PO, he has to come in with me. (Hmmm – instead of fighting this annoyance of his, perhaps I should forget how to clean the toilet bowl so he will have to help with that also? :-)
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At the fancy new apartment building, the lobby for public access is closed on Sundays. I was getting ready for my evening walk, and two Door Dash people showed up to rattle the door. I let them in, but made them leave the stuff on the lobby desk. Some people let them in to try to deliver to the apartment. You can’t operate the elevator without a key though, so they end up standing in there until someone else gets in. That doesn’t make me happy.
Decades ago when we were (at least more) normal people we took out a PO box in a local USPS office. The idea was that we could go on our assorted short vacations and our annual long vacation (the agency husband ran followed a school schedule so lots of short vacations) and not have to have our mail held as we did not want the mail stacking up in the box outside our front door.
Just about all of our mail was going there all the time. I would go out daily to run errands and check the box. Then he retired and we would check the box. Then Covid came along and we did NOT want to go out and check the box inside the very publicly active PO. So one at time I changed our mailing address on almost all of our mail – bills, magazines, bank statements, etc. to our house – not an easy thing to get done. About 4 items still go to the box due to them being hard to change the address on and a number of third class mail items still go there also.
Now we are going into the PO to post our outgoing mail. We had one – repeat ONE – item we posted for mailing in the box outside go astray. So, now we walk in (generally once a week), wait in line and hand in our outgoing mail and watch them hand cancel them. If we have received an email that there is something our box there for us we will check the box to see what it is there.
Like everything else these days I am apparently too stupid now to post out going mail on my own or check the box on my own, so after all these decades of his waiting in the car while I take care of business in the PO, he has to come in with me. (Hmmm – instead of fighting this annoyance of his, perhaps I should forget how to clean the toilet bowl so he will have to help with that also? :-)