Where is good ol’ Peaches when you need her? Why is the mail ending up anywhere but the mailbox? What’s up with that substitute mail lady?
Josh B is one of several PH people to complain on the Prospect Heights Board: “She’s super-short, so she refuses to put any mail in mailboxes she can’t reach. She throws all my mail–bills, checks included–on the floor of my apartment lobby and forces us to sort out the mail for each apartment. We put a tiny ladder (like, three steps) out there for her, but she refuses to use it, saying she could ‘hurt herself.’ ”
What this neighborhood needs is a USPS cloning machine… Anotherdayinbkln writes about Peaches: “she’s so good, she makes me show her my I.D. if I go to my mailbox before she’s done filling them all up.”
No end to Brooklyn mail troubles on the Prospect Heights Message BoardÂ