At the post office one should be able to POST things, right?
There is a postal sub-station about a half-mile from my house. I don’t do business there because the folks are surly, and if I have a question — or need them to weigh a package and determine proper postage — they snarl about it. So, I choose to drive further for better service.
I can drive two miles to a post office open only from 8 a.m. to 3 p.m., or I can drive 4 miles to one open from 11 a.m. to 7 p.m. During school I really didn’t have a choice. I had to go to the one four miles away because the other was closed by the time I got off work. That’s okay. The clerks at that station are fantastic. However, yesterday I had 11 eBay packages to ship and I wanted to get them out of my house and out of my way early, before I inadvertantly put them in with my storage stuff. Early meant the post office only two miles away.
Except — I arrive at the post office, struggle in with my 11 packages — stand in line where everyone can clearly see me — and finally get to the window. The clerk says, “How may I help you?”
I say, “I’d like to mail these.”
The clerk says, “We don’t accept mail here.”
I look pointedly at the red, white and blue US MAIL sign. The clerk blushes. “I query, “These is a post office, yes?”
The clerk nods. “Yes, ma’am, but only for outgoing mail. We are a general delivery post office.”
“Don’t you think you should have a sign or two to that effect?”
The clerk shrugged and shook his head. “Everybody just knows.”
“Apparently not everybody,” I say as I walk away.
The woman behind me stepped forward. “I’d like to buy a book of “Forever” stamps.”
The clerk responded, “I’m sorry, we don’t sell stamps here.”
A fellow further back in line said, “Can I get a change of address form?”
Nope. All you can do is pick up any mail you had put on hold or sent care of general delivery. Period. But you have to stand in line for 35 minutes to discover that little gem.