Post Office
I should have taken a picture of this, but it was rainy and dark when I got home.
Upon my arrival I found a package delivered from the USPS, which was left teetering on the corner of our trash can.
In the rain.
It was covered in a plastic bag, roughly 0.000001 millimeter thick.
This is not, by any means, the first time this has happened.
It would take perhaps 30 seconds to walk from the trash can to our front door, which has an awning over it, and which is where FedEx and UPS leave packages.(1)
Amazing to think that the US Postal Service is going broke, what with their stellar reputation for high class customer service.
Some of the least pleasant people I have ever met have been postal workers. The woman who ran the bulk-mail division of the Gainesville, Florida post office in the late 90s/early 2000s was, without fail, always in the most foul of moods.
I have little doubt that if I said something to our local postal carrier, s/he would say that if a package doesn’t fit in the mailbox they could always leave it at the post office and make me pick it up in person. I give that a 75% possibility, vs 25% that they would say something like “OK, I’ll put them by the front door instead.”
(1) In all fairness I do have to say that occasionally FedEx/UPS will leave a package inside our garage door if (obviously) the garage is open, but that’s a little more understandable since a) we use that door more than the front door anyway, and b) it’s not sitting on the top of a frakkin’ trash can.