Australia Post.
Or specifically, living in a flat without a mail box, where the postman won't even bother ringing your bell to check whether you're home but will dispose of his letters and parcels in one of the following ways:
(a) Parcels - leave a card and take them to Randwick Post Office, stating a specific time for collection. The man in Randwick post office is even crabbier than me and will argue he's not had time to open the sack of parcels when you turn up at the alloted time, so you'll return empty handed despite having queued for three months along the front of the post office window. The queues in the post office are long and slow moving because everyone's an immigrant, so everyone's collecting or sending parcels or air mailing letters, which really holds things up.
(And speaking of which, you have to show photo ID to send a parcel overseas from Australia. This is apparently for security reasons, and I might be missing the point, but shouldn't they be more worried about the identity of people sending things into Australia rather than out?).
(b) DVDs from Amazon - leave poking out of the mail box on the street for all passing opportunists to grab.
(c) Letters - leave poking out of the mail box to be battered by the rain until you can no longer read what's contained within them.
Just-don't-talk-to-me-about-Australia-Post-okay?
(Goes for lie down in dark room).
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