Am I crazy?

So, we get home from a playdate with one of the Moo's friends today to find yet another of what Dad would call nasty grams in our mailbox. For those who don't know, we live on the corner of a crowded neighborhood where a) people frequently park in front of our house and b) there is often no room to leave the total of 60 feet of clear space the USPS demands in front of each mailbox, given the multiple cars owned by everyone on our block. This time, we called the post office. Dad started to explain the situation and that we were tired of getting these notices over something we had no control over. The woman on the phone said "well, I'll just tell my supervisor to suspend your mail then" and hung up on him. They would not answer the phone every time we called back after that. So, Mom called the USPS customer service line. The extremely unhelpful person on the phone said, "you have to tell your neighbors not to park near your house." I explained that this is a public street and I have absolutely no recourse over anyone who parks in front of my house, nor are my immediate neighbors the problem. She said they could suspend our mail anyway. Heaven forbid the postal carrier have to get out of the little car.

So I am feeling very frustrated and oppressed by the Orwellian bureaucracy that is the USPS. Am I crazy, or have they gone just a little overboard on the rigidity front? At any rate, if they choose to punish us by not delivering the offers for new credit cards, political campaign fliers, and catalogs I never ordered to begin with, then I guess so be it . . .