Okay, fine, cut out Saturday mail delivery. I won’t lose any sleep over it.
Until the next Monday holiday, when it will dawn on me that I will have gotten no mail for three days, and I will utter all manner of unpleasantries. (Especially if I have to work that day, which I usually do.)
The irony of course is that people are increasingly accepting of the possibility of losing Saturday mail delivery precisely because of the obsolescence of regular mail. That is, if you absolutely, positively need it overnight, you don’t mail it. So, for the most part, all that comes on Saturday is junk mail and sundry other crap that can wait for Monday.
Perhaps his crap is sundrier than mine.
Compromise: Why not cut out Wednesday mail? One day’s as good as another, right?