I have a couple of stories about the post office that I think is mildly entertaining.
The first one is about a Christmas card that I got about two years ago from friends of mind who live just a few miles down the road. Now this was during the scare during the big, bad virus, but we got their card 2 1/2 months after it had been postmarked. Did somebody else get it and finally put it back in their mail box to get delivered to the right address? Who knows?
The second story I have is that a buddy of mine is the postmaster of the post office that is (as the crow flies) nearest to me, even though it is not my official zip code. However, on occasion, I'll go there to mail a package. Now get this: This post office is in a town with the population of 20. Not 20,000, 2,000 or even 200. No, TWENTY. It is the only business in town, open exactly two hours a day and he might go for WEEKS without selling even a single postage stamp. The post office hierarchy wanted to close it down a few years ago and put up the notice for closure. A few people showed up at the evening meeting to discuss the closure, complained that it would shut down their town and the post office relented. The last time I mailed a package from there, it took exactly 30 minutes to do so even though I was the only customer. His scale wouldn't weigh my package and it hadn't been used for so long so he didn't know what to do. He finally called the head post office in the state to ask for advice and they told him to unplug it, let it sit a couple of minutes and then plug it back in. Problem solved!
The third story I have that is mildly humorous is that the post office still delivers baby chicks from hatcheries. First off, I live in the very northern part of Kansas. Now when my kids were in 4H and they were enrolled in poultry projects, we would ordered baby chicks through the mail. Most of the (good) chick hatcheries are up in the northern part of the United States. However, most of my mail goes through Wichita, which is in the far southern part of the state of Kansas. So the chicks would spend an extra day being handled by the post office because they went all the way across the state to Wichita and then back to my town which is in the very far northern part of the state. (Yea, that's post office efficiency) To guarantee a better survival rate, I would have my baby chicks sent to a post office in southern Nebraska and when they'd arrive there, the Nebraska postmaster would call me so that I could cross the Kansas/Nebraska state line to pick up by baby chicks.
My local post office is okay. My mail delivery guy has my phone number and will text me if an arriving package is too big to fit in my mail box and wants me to know how to handle it. My local postmaster will also go out of her way to do her job.