This place is shady as hell. I went on on a Saturday with my son to drop off a package. The lobby is closed and the drop box too small to get the box through. I knocked on the door to the back a few times. No response. My wife needs this box shipped today. I knocked louder. Nothing. I whacked on the door thinking if they were in the back, they'd be able to hear me. I hear this resentful voice saying - coming! Another minute passes. I can hear voices behind the door. A man asks from behind the closed door - what do you want? Indeed, what would I want at the post office? I'd like to ask about your extended auto warranty. I tell him I need to drop off a package, that the opening is too small. We're closed he yells. I ask where I should drop off t he package. They open the small opening of the door. A man and a woman. We're closed, they snipe. They tell me I shouldn't be knocking on the door. How do I drop this off, then? They refuse to answer that. We were about to call security, they say. I hand over the package. She says we shouldn't be taking this. We should be calling security. This is fragile stuff that I'm mailing. I have zero faith that after I leave my package won't be dropkicked across the floor. I say - you know what, I'll take my package back and mail it somewhere else. She hurls it back into my chest, at the same time, whether accidentally or otherwise, she grabs hold of my amber bracelet and pulls. It breaks. It was savage. Beads scatter all over the floor. She then slams the door in my face. My son is scared at this point. Afraid that we're going to be arrested, since they said they are going to call security on us. Their faces are just balls of anger; it's disconcerting and weird. These people running the back of this post office on weekends are psychotic. I've never had an experience like this. Anywhere. Post office or anywhere. These people are beyond rude. They're bitter, angry jerks. And they broke my bracelet. You scared my son. That's what really ticks me off. These people should be fired. Somewhere there is video of me yelling - have a great day! at a door, behind which are two of the rudest postal employees my journey through life has brought me too close to. My only satisfaction is that - I can leave that place. I mailed it elsewhere. They are stuck being who they are - miserable creatures that would rather threaten a father standing in their lobby holding a package with his son, than take that package and do their job. I thought I stepped into the twilight zone for a moment. USPS shows their true colors, yet again. I'd like to switch our entire shipping system over to anybody other than this company. I'll pursue that option. I am entirely okay with shutting down the USPS system, or privatizing our mail. read more