Ugh. Catalonian bureaucrats.
Come in. Take a number. Sit. Wait. Wait. Wait...
This brightly lit post office wasn't as good as many post offices I've been in. When I came to a teller, we explained in Spanish that we needed stamps to send postcards to the USA, and how I'm a stamp collector and I'm looking for smaller denominations of stamps so I could use multiple stamps to send a single postcard. The teller looks at us blankly, like why would anyone want to collect these stamps? He gets confused, or there's a mistranslation, I dunno, but we ended up with only one stamp per postcard, which we later found out was inadequate postage to get to the USA. He sold us the wrong stamps. I had to use two of them to cover the postage, leaving me with fewer postcards' postage than intended. The whole transaction got fumbled, but the postcards I put the stamps on made it back to the USA.
The post office was clean, and the numbers were clearly displayed on a computer screen to indicate when it's your turn to speak with a postal employee. It was conveniently located. Once I figured out the postage amount, it was a bummer that the clerk sold us the wrong stamps.
This post office does not sell sangria, wine or beer.
And what kind of post office closes at 2:30 every day? These lazy postal punks... read more