Neither rain, nor sleet, nor snow, nor brains

The United States Postal Service. What a grand organization. Gotta love 'em.

Unless they don't deliver the one piece of mail you were expecting (and tracking) that's got monetary value.

Then you just gotta love the fact that your neighbors are honest and left said mis-delivered mail in the unsecured garage for you to find by chance the next morning.

I hope my more-competent mail carrier is on the shift today. I'd like to actually get my mail instead of have it shunted to one of my neighbors who only checks the mail box weekly.

And I hope the bumpkin mail carrier transfers to Nome, Alaska. Grrr....