Nude Naked after NATO STILL

Denuded of the post boxes in the South Loop around 18th and S. Calumet/S. Indiana before NATO, we waited patiently for their return. Still no post boxes. Hard to support the USPS w/o post boxes.

Called the local post station at 20th and State. Told, "we are doing a study." No boxes till then? WHAT?????

Now that is service I can do without.
In Ecuador, even the government did not use their own post system to send bills.
In Paraguay, you were forced to pay a bribe of US 70 cents, for each letter the carrier had or else--no delivery.
In Mexico, the post rarely came except before the annual Day of the Mailman, when they expected their annual 'tip' (a.k.a. BRIBE.)
Now in the Third World South Loop USA the citizens are unable to find post boxes.
How unexceptional.
In the UK the post still comes twice a day, and the carriers ring the bell when dropped. How First World.

 

Post Script: The Post Boxes came back. A Shakespeare moment, as all's well that ends well. For now.

UPDATE: as of June 6th, the post boxes have been stolen apparently. They are GONE. Since yesterday. Is the post office GASLIGHTING the South Loop.

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  • The postman rings twice a day? The UK is OK.

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