I have read these reviews, ...and really, if anything, all those comments are generous... because.. ok, here's what happens...
you get a slip for a package that you foolishly let someone sent you.
you've gotten packages there before. you know what's in store. you empty your bladder and steel your nerves.
you go into the post office, and there's already four or five people waiting at the special pickup window, which has its door closed, and the other line (for "service") goes out the door... two surly women take their sweet time behind the counter... the line doesn't move.
now, you've done this fifty or sixty times, so, you know what to expect. you step up to the special pickup window, right in front of all those poor bastards who have been standing there for months being all polite. you are, after all, going to do them a favor, and at least get them out of here a few hours earlier than they otherwise would.
you start pressing the buzzer every three seconds for about 10 minutes. finally one of the surly women starts saying "Sir" everytime you press the buzzer, so it's "buzzSir, buzzSir, buzzSir, buzzSir, buzzSir" (NOTE: your gender does NOT matter. You are "Sir").
if you stop, which you SHOULDN'T, the surly woman says "why can't you be patient like everyone else?". don't answer. it's a trick! after all, it doesn't matter if everyone else's soul has been sucked out waiting for service, you're not braindead... yet!
if you ask where the person is who is supposed to be behind the counter, she ignores you.
if you stopped, even for a second, you must now redouble your efforts lest they think they've figured out how to deal with you!
you start pressing the buzzer again, and she starts with her "buzzSir, buzzSir, buzzSir" thing.
it's time to ramp up your attack.
while still pressing the buzzer, you take out your cell phone and dial the phone number on the slip.
You hear the phone ring.
FOREVER.
No one picks it up.
There is no answering machine. The interminable ringing phone has one purpose: TO BREAK YOUR WILL TO LIVE.
Don't let it! Be strong!
Keep the phone ringing. While buzz, buzz, buzzing.
It's you against them now. Who's stronger?
IF you perservere, IF you have the steel and the fortitude, eventually, they'll give in.
DO NOT BE FOOLED.
at this point, if you're on the verge of victory, someone comes and opens the special window, pretending that they were right there all the time, and that you've just been here for a few seconds.
you hand them the slip. they look at it, and, say that that package isn't here because it's been redelivered... without checking. they then try to close the window while simultaneously throwing the slip away
DON'T LET THEM DO IT!
if they close that window, it will never open again. and if they throw the slip away, of course, it means that you have no hope of ever seeing your package. EVER.
knowing that your window of opportunity is fast closing, you grab your slip and say "can you please check? I'm expecting a very important package." that last bit is very important. it piques their curiousity... makes them wonder what wonderful prize they get to keep at the end of the evening... you can see that flash in their eyes... but then it's gone.
now, they look at you with disdain and take everyone else's slips (those braindead, polite zombies, smile their thanks at you while the surly woman at the counter sneers) and walk away for half-an-hour. sometimes you see them shift through things. most times, you just don't see them and you wonder what kind of sandwich they're eating.
when they finally come back, mysteriously, none of the packages or registered items or whatever, can be found anywhere. they must have been returned to sender. even if you got the slip the day before, your package, it's gone!
Every. Single. Time.
Time and day do not matter. Even the Congressman doesn't know what to do about this post office.
I mean, the Congressman comes to town, and what's the number one item in the Town Hall meeting? Health Care? The War? Social Security?
No!!! It's this post office.
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