Going Postal
Today, I received seventeen pieces of mail which included an assortment of advertisements, bills, a bank statement, a letter from a law office and a union newsletter. Unfortunately, sixteen of the various items were addressed to other residents of my street and delivered to me in error despite the fact that each of the envelopes appeared to be addressed correctly.
I filed a complaint with the post office, but it seemed to be a thankless task undertaken solely for the purpose of exercise on my part. Quality customer service no longer seems to matter. Complaints about the Chicago post office seem to be routine. Like Mark Twain once said about the weather, everyone talks about it, but nothing is done about it.
I am dating myself by saying this, but, as a child, I can remember when the mail was delivered twice daily and the cost of a first class ... Read More...
