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I've now been in a post office when they closed, and locked the doors and lowered the blinds. The guy by the door had to unlock it to let each of us out as we completed our transactions. (I got there over a half hour before they closed, I left ten minutes after. I feel less guilty about being late, as I am obviously very not alone....)
Most of the packages should arrive, hopefully, after Christmas but before the new year. They might miss and arrive slightly after the new year, though - and one or two might arrive Monday. (West-coast folks. There's no promises, but the weirdness of the mail might do it.)
I'm amazed the guy behind the counter didn't throttle me as I kept piling things up on his counter, but, he didn't. :) I hope I didn't miss anyone whose address I have; that's been one of my nervous fears. (Well, except for my parents. I like an excuse to visit them, so hand-delivery is a must.)
Most of the packages should arrive, hopefully, after Christmas but before the new year. They might miss and arrive slightly after the new year, though - and one or two might arrive Monday. (West-coast folks. There's no promises, but the weirdness of the mail might do it.)
I'm amazed the guy behind the counter didn't throttle me as I kept piling things up on his counter, but, he didn't. :) I hope I didn't miss anyone whose address I have; that's been one of my nervous fears. (Well, except for my parents. I like an excuse to visit them, so hand-delivery is a must.)
