...then there's the Fed Ex guy who drove up our long driveway on a snowy evening this Christmas Eve, knocked at the door, heard us us practicing, came in to hear the music (after delivering an ENORMOUS box which had been mis-addressed, which he had attempted to deliver to 2 other houses), chatted with us, turns out his sister is a well-known contra dance pianist- wished us a Merry Christmas before continuing on his merry way.

So it's not always bad. Of course, he wasn't with the USPS...