I run down the stairs as soon as the mail lady starts putting mail in the box next door so I can meet her. Because 3 ish times a week she has to trek up my stairs. She makes fun of me days I dont get boxes. She is an evil loving woman who thrives on tormenting me.
Only when I am expecting something. If not I don't check the mail for days. Plus my mail box is in the opposite direction of my apartment complex so walking to it when I have two right by me pisses me off.