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Remember those wedding invites that I mentioned yesterday?

I forgot to say that I had only brought them in to our local Post Office on Saturday morning. I had already been in a few days before, having the clerks weigh one packet to make certain that I had the right postage, finding out how much it would be to send to Europe, and to double-check that they would be able to hand-cancel them for me. Anyhow, I carried my bag of invites into the Post Office on Saturday, and the nice clerk who had helped me the day before saw me standing in line behind roughly 10 other people. He came out to greet me, and asked what I needed to have done. I told him that I had all of my wedding invites, and was hoping that they could still hand-cancel them for me. He gave me a big smile, wished me well on our marriage, and took the bag from me, stating that he'd be certain to get it done. (So nice!)

Last night, I got a couple of emails (and a post from Paula's Blog) letting me know that the invitations had already made their way out to (at least to some people) in San Francisco and San Jose.

Amazing!

I'm so often impressed by the speed and efficiency of the US Postal Service. I once put an envelope addressed to my insurance agent in Milpitas into the mailbox (at the Post Office) on a Tuesday evening at 5:00, only to hear that he had received it Wednesday morning by 10:00. That's so incredible.

I had also ordered all of my stamps online a couple of weeks ago. They had a huge selection (I needed .37, .60 and postcard stamps) and they only charged me $1 for shipping/handling.

I'm sure that the US Postal Service and its employees must their their fair share of complaints about rate hikes, late and lost deliveries and customer service. Let me just make the statement that I've been very happy and impressed with the service that I've received from them for the past several years.

Chow Family Post Office Trivia

• My Uncle Wesley works as a Post Office Clerk in Stockton
  
• My Dad was a mail carrier for a few years (when he and my Mom were first married, and had my sister and me) before he went into banking.