This doesn't suprise me at all.

I use to do a lot of good when I managed my own postal outlet. I helped a man learn english, & I was a shoulder to cry on many many times. A lot of depressed people have to mail bad mail & when I noticed a sad one I always asked what was wrong in hoping they would share & I might be able to make then a little happier. One lady would bring her dog in. This dog ment the world to her. In all honestly it wasn't a very pretty dog in the least. But I would grab the dog, kiss it, tell it how oh so cute it was & all kinds of other nice things... this always made the lady sooo happy!

Many very poor people would come in & sometimes they were short & I knew their mail was important. I always dug into the mauld stamps, so the person could send the letter.

At xmas I played a long with the whole santa thing & convinced kids santa really would reply.

I don't know what it is with post offices, but us ladies really LOVED helping others.