Someone Must Stop the Post Office!



By Sigrid Weidenweber

A few times every year I receive a thank-you-note, a personal invitation or a post-card in the mail. Regrettably, they have become fewer and fewer, for my friends and family now send e-cards and invitations and, instead of a post-card, people send pictures on my I-Phone, captioned: “wish you were here,” or “look what you are missing by not joining us.”

It is great to be gifted with these notes conveying care and thought without having to discard them later.

I also do not send packages anymore, for the postage is often greater than the value of the package. So, with my postal needs at a minimum, the post office annoys, even angers me, by depositing daily unsolicited, unwanted reams of paper waste into my mailbox. Pages of supermarket ads, three to five pages of news-print, glossy catalogues, giant realtor’s glitzy house ads and other unwanted materials clutter the little box. Then, it takes time to search through the rubbish for a legitimate bill or note. The enormous remainder is then consigned to the recycle box.

I, a single householder, average a bushel-basket of paper junk every three days. None of the discarded material is wanted or even glanced at by me—all a total waste that I envision to have cost numerous trees their lives. I have, in a fit of madness taken a pile of glossy magazines, papers and other nonsense to my post office and begged them to stop delivery. No such luck. By law they are required to deliver the junk. Great postal bulk-rates insure that merchants print reams of ads and glossy brochures in hopes the post-box-holder will purchase something—anything.

In the age of computers, people know how to shop on line for mail-in items. Here, I must admit to a casual, unscientific survey that I conducted, which found among friends and family the same abhorrence toward the mail-delivered paper-onslaught, combined with the wish the horror would stop.

It seems, however, as long as we can be deluged by literal sludge—thousands of ads and letter begging for funds by people from as far as Nigeria, the post-office, although existing only through the largess of tax-payer infusions of funds, will live on.

Perhaps we should have a march against postal waste.

Sigrid Weidenweber

Sigrid Weidenweber

Sigrid Weidenweber grew up in communist East Berlin, escaping it using a French passport. Ms. Weindenweber holds a degree in medical technology as well as psychology and has course work in Anthropology.  She is co-founder of Aid for Afghans.  Weindenweber has traveled the world and lived with Pakistani Muslims, learning about the culture and religion. She is a published author and lecturer.

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