Well someone isn’t getting the transfer to Hawaii!
The most sought-after postal route of them all. The air is so dewy-sweet you don’t even have to lick the stamps.
I did want to apply for an open Post Master position at Beaver Island, MI. I thought it was perfect. The whole Island was a hunting and fishing paradise.
There were only about 750 year around residents. Triple that in the summer tourist season.
My wife at that time vetoed strongly the idea because the nearest shopping was on the mainland which was only available by boat when the lake was ice free.
In hindsight, I should have taken the job, and dumped that wife. I did anyway a few years later.