huh, the milk box I knew of was like a little drawer the size of a cat door next to the door the milkman pulled it out put the milk in, and closed it and grandma opened the other side of it that was inside of the house and took the milk out …
The house I grew up in had one of these in the side of the garage. There were little doors on the outside and the inside and a shelf in between for the milk. The milkman had to go around to the back of the house to access it, though. Kind of a pain in the butt for him.
We had nothing like that. The milkman just opened the back gate, came into the side yard, and left the milk by the kitchen door. I guess he didn’t leave the milk by the front door, because the back door led directly into the kitchen. I never thought about it before.
The mail-order pharmacy I use is “paired” with a popular drugstore chain, and offers the option of either mail-order or picking up prescriptions at the pharmacy. But I can’t say I’ve ever checked whether the price is different.
Now for my tangential rant: A drug that is not in the health insurance company’s “formulary”. So the mail-order pharmacy will not send it - even if I pay the full cost myself. I have to go to a local pharmacy.
We have a milk box and get milk delivered every other Monday. When you live close to a dairy, that’s a nice perk.
I’m not in the sticks either, on a good day I can be in Seattle in a half hour. Milk delivery is still very much a thing. I’m sorry if that’s not an option for you because it’s pretty cool.
The milkman opened the front door (which we didn’t have a key to and a working lock wasn’t installed until I was in college) and put the milk inside.
It was a very small town and the 1960’s/1970’s.
It may depend on the type of plan you elect (Medicare Advantage vs tradititional MediGap).
My MIL was on meds for a year for multiple myeloma. It was cheaper to have them shipped - but the mail order pharmacy (same one we are currently forced victims of), which I’ll call Dropped 'Em, screwed up one time and didn’t send them on time. The meds were a sort that she COULD NOT MISS. They very grudgingly agreed to overnight them to her “just this once as a special favor, and you’d better order them on time next month, you dumb bimbo” (or words to that effect).
She quit using Dropped’Em after that.