I don't normally say much about the post office. Most times, my packages arrive on time or maybe a day late, even had them arrive a day earlier than tracking showed. But last week, I mailed off two packages, priority 2-day, one to the spa in Maine, and another, an atty for bottom feeding by Chowder in Maryland. I know at the time the weather was pretty dicey, so I suspected that the estimated Thursday the 5th would probably not make. The package to Maine was in Rob's hands Saturday, which I can live with. Not bad for that part of the country. The one to Maryland made it to Maryland on Friday, the 6th. It didn't move again until Tuesday the 9th to another sorting center in Maryland. Finally, it got there on Wednesday this week. 8 days for a 2 day priority mail package. Now, I normally won't fault the post office for delays. Stuff happens, particularly weather, but that delay in Maryland was, in my opinion, without excuse. I get the feeling that once they got it, they figured it was already late, so concentrate on all this other stuff that we have a chance to make ontime and we'll get to the other stuff when we get a chance. Might not be that way, but that's the way I felt. I do applaud the post office in their ability to handle large volumes of mail, but there are occasionally instances that leave a bad taste in my mouth. And the mail carriers theselves? Wonderful folks. But they can only deliver stuff if it makes it to their office.
I rarely have problems, but seems like one package from Mrs. Jan is a little late from Oklahoma. 
