Never had much trouble with any shipping service. My mother shipped some date nut bread for me once. The carrier left it on the porch. The terriers really enjoyed that date nut bread.

Once I mailed a note to Australia. It came back twice, so I took it down to the main branch to see what the trouble was. Well, it turned out that the OCR (Optical Character Reader) was having trouble deciphering the address, despite it being quite clear as to where it was to go. I was told that I'd have to apply new postage and put it in a special envelope. Of course, I was outraged (OK, not really) that I'd have to buy additional postage just because of the inadequacy of P.O.'s equipment. I appealed to clerk behind the desk, a wiry, post-hippie sort of fellow with a mop of curls and blue tinted eyeglasses. I asked him to look at the address on the envelop and tell me where it was supposed to go. Australia, he said; he could see it just fine. "So, you're telling me that you can do something that your equipment cannot, and you're willing to cede your job over to that thing?" I asked. Without another word, he took the letter and placed it behind the desk.

A few weeks later, I got a very nice reply from my friends in Australia.

Regards,
Rex.