I considered writing about this, but my friend Scott Shpak has done it for me. And he nails it.
When I heard the post office was considering going on strike, I blinked a little. I now buy a pack of ten stamps a couple of times a year, and I swear the only time I use them is to send a cheque to Webgod Jeff. DO YOU HEAR ME, WEBGOD??. Yes, he hears me. And he hates me. So I usually just arrange a meet up and we go to Apple Annie's for lunch and I order breakfast and I give him a cheque and we're all good.
And I don't need a stamp. Anything I order online (hello, Aldo shoes?) is delivered by a man who will soon be switching to shorts. I might order more while the weather holds. I do not have a fax, but I have learned to scan and send without making one of the boys do it. Yes, the document you requested will no doubt be upside down, but surely you can navigate the little arrows and not pester me.
Anyhoo. Scott nicely sums up my thoughts on this, and in such a lovely way. Boy can write.
Dinosaurs really shouldn't stamp their feet.