Marc Fischer approached the Logan Square post office the way a beaten dog approaches its owner. He came at it sideways, tentatively, prepared to flee. His memories of the place were not especially warm.
When he was asked by a reporter to return to the scene of his postal agita, his bald head blushed noticeably and his face crinkled into a mix of bemusement and anxiety. "OK," he agreed, "but let's make a bet, no money involved."
"Yeah," he said. "If we're going to do this, a bet: It's the holiday season, right? Which means the post office is busy, right? So, let's bet on whether the self-service postal machine is out of...