I have a fleeting memory from the early 90s before school would have started for me. Often times I would go with Dad on his day to day things. Inevatably we would stop at the Post Office at some point. This building must have been recently rennovated. I’d walk in there and there would be a bunch of gold doors. That’s what it looked like. Turns out Dad had a special key to open one of those gold doors, and there was always mail for him. “It’s not as exciting as it looks.” He would say. Or something along those lines. Was he saying that to hide interesting things from me?
I always wondered. For a while anyway.
As it turns out, now that I am an adult with my own post office box, that is totally not gold in any way, I can confirm that he was indeed telling the truth. He does this all the time. Bills and junk mail was all it ever was.