People I know hereabouts avoid the U.S. Post Office at all costs. Here’s why:
"It’s like you have left fast-moving Manhattan and zapped yourself into the Deep South in 1934. Picture a drowsy moment in ‘To Kill a Mockingbird.’ A clerk who has finished with one customer takes a good long pause to settle herself, exchange pleasantries with friends, arrange her workspace and so forth before she lights up the little box and asks for the next customer. If you arrive at her window before she has turned on this light, she will curtly send you away. Don’t crowd her! You’re just the customer."
That’s a description of a post office in NYC but it’s a perfect fit for our neighborhood p.o., except we have stamp machines. Imagine that, we’re ahead of NYC. Ours, however, is scheduled to close.
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