I love my mail carrier. She pulls up to my front door and honks for me. Sometimes it takes me a minute to get to her, but she waits. I get a lot of packages and she always makes sure I get them. We visit while she's digging around finding all my packages. She knows I quilt and that I order online and she understands how important all my packages are. She knows I'm retired and I live for my "fabric" in the mail. I live in a small, small town. If I'm not home, she leaves them on my porch (no one would take them) or in my garage. I love her. I thought all mail carriers were like that. I guess I'm fortunate.