The Postal Service is taking away the mailbox we've used ever since we've lived here. Today is the last day they're picking up mail, according to a sign plastered on top of it.
I called the Berkeley Postmaster and found out that this "curbside collection box" failed a density test. Over two weeks, people didn't toss 25 pieces or more into it per day. End of box.
Jerry and I are bereft. This was so convenient. It was where we mailed our bills, sent back Netflix DVDs, deposited birthday cards. It's a mere 112 steps from our front door.
We can protest this by getting the neighborhood to sign a letter detailing why we need this box. What to say? We love it? It's always been there? We're going to have to get in a car and drive our mail to another box or the Post Office? Quality of life? Makes us feel old because we don't do everything online? Shoot.
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