Postal worker lauded for extra effort
Earlier this month, I walked to the post office on Carson Street on the South Side. I was mailing a package to our grandkids, so I had my credit card and driver’s license in case ID was needed.
Afterward, I decided to get my daily exercise by walking all of the streets parallel to Carson between the Birmingham and Tenth Street bridges. When I arrived home, I removed my mask, emptied my pockets, found my credit card, but my driver’s license was missing. I searched carefully, and went back out to retrace my steps, figuring it must have fallen out when I pulled tissues from my pockets.
Walking all those streets again totaled more than 18,000 steps! But no sign of my license. I returned home devastated, and began planning what would be needed to replace it.
Later that afternoon, the doorbell rang. A lovely young woman with dark hair held up my driver’s license! I thanked her, offering her a reward. She declined.
I suggested perhaps a bottle of wine? She said, “No, I’m on the clock!” That’s when I noticed she was wearing a postal employee uniform shirt. She said someone had dropped it in the mailbox by 20th and Wharton, and she was returning it to me.
So there are two people — whose names I do not know — to thank for their kindness: The person who found it on the street and thought to put it in the mailbox, and the kind postal worker who went way above and beyond her duty to return it to me personally.
Aren’t Pittsburghers the best?
NANCY BUNT
South Side Flats