Oh, sometimes he'd deliver a package, but often we'd watch him sit in his truck in the parking lot about 35 feet from our sliding door filling out the "missed you" cards before he even entered the building. He couldn't have known who was home and didn't appear to care. That he'd wave to us on the way in to drop one of those cards in our box annoyed us the most.

We did fill out some complaint cards--they were right there at the post office where we had to pick up our packages, after all--but he never changed in the time we lived there. We considered confronting him, but decided he'd probably begin losing our bills or something.

The lady who delivers the mail to our house is much better. She's even come by in her own SUV after work to deliver a package that didn't fit in her little, red mail Jeep.