First of all, the style was too traditional. It was one of the many "upgrades" which had not even a nodding acquaintance with modern design that the previous owners made to our 1964 home.
More than appearance alone, it offended me because it was hung too high. I'm only 5'3", and getting mail out of it required me to stand on my tiptoes and contort my body to reach inside.
Here is the culprit that made my life miserable for a year. It was officially (and quite literally) kicked to the curb shortly after this photo was taken.
All it took was a few minutes with a level and a power drill to make my life manageable again. Now we have a new modern mailbox that opens with a key for easy access. Serenity has returned. Why do I procrastinate when such a simple solution is so readily available?