As do we all.
Some years back we had a very lazy substitute mail carrier who would drop ALL the mail for every house on our street into one mail slot at random. We were all pretty used to it and whoever got the prize that day would re-sort and re-deliver. That worked well until one of the houses became vacant and was the target of the booby prize.
After gathering our pitchforks and torches and storming our local Post Office, the problem was “addressed” (no pun intended) for a few months.
Then we all started getting random mail mixed in with our delivery for completely dissimilar addresses - not even on the same carrier route (so shouldn’t be in the same cart to start with).
Complaining to the head post office in our city, we managed to get the person in charge of our zip code transferred out. He wasn’t a “postmaster”, but some other subordinate title.
The latest stunt was that for the last week of November and the first week of December, ALL magazines addressed to anyone on our carrier route was returned to the sender with Form 3579 “Notice of Undeliverable Periodical” and a bill for 50 cents. A few of my neighbors and I managed to get the publishers to send us the torn covers with the 3579’s attached and again marched on the Post Office. Their response: “So, what do you expect us to do?”. This, after waiting on line with 30+ other people for nearly an hour because only one or two windows out of 7 is ever open.
Don’t even get me started on the removal of mailboxes (drop-off ones). There used to be one near almost every relay mail one (the green ones that the walking carriers get the delivery mail from). Yet every day mail trucks come and load the relay mail boxes. But they’re too lazy to empty mail from the drop boxes, so they take them out?
No wonder the USPS is in dire straits - even with vastly reduced volume, they still can’t provide a functional delivery service.
Side note: A couple years I was staying with a friend in Illinois and dropped some stuff off at her post office as a favor to her. Pleasant people, not hiding behind bulletproof plastic, and good service. I told them “Y’know, you could really clean up if you opened a couple branches back East!” They got a good laugh out of that.