Your mail carrier is a superhero right now. They’re carrying bags that weigh more than a medium-sized dog.
They’re walking through rain, snow, and that one neighbor’s angry cat. They deserve a cookie.
Or at least a sincere “thank you” when they hand you that late package.
The Secret Life of a Sorting Facility
Ever seen a postal sorting facility? It’s like a giant Rube Goldberg machine. Letters fly through the air, sorted by computers.
On the busiest day, those machines are smoking. Not literally, but you get the vibe.
Workers call it “Reindeer Games.” They have little competitions for who can sort the fastest. It’s oddly wholesome.
