I don't think I've ever had to pick up certified mail before. Usually if someone wants to know I received their letter, they'll send me an email with a read receipt. But there's still some old-school people out there, and I was the victim of one, so I made the 10-minute trek from my house to the post office in the scorching heat. Upon arrival, the girl requested my license for identification purposes. I gave it to her. She looked at it and told me I was supposed to have ID with my current address on it. Of course, I just moved back to Collingswood so I didn't have it. Somehow I convinced her that I was really me, and she gave me the letter. The wait was short. The building was old. The trek to the post office was pointless because the letter was an exact duplicate of the one I had already received. But hey, at least I got some steps in for the day and now I know how to find the post office, should I ever need to mail a package or pick up certified mail again. read more

Always closes earlier than the closing time. I show up at 4:55 and it's closed when the store hours say 5. People have jobs and it's hard to get there by 5... crazy they close earlier than 5. read more

Plays games with delivery of certified letters. Phone number listed just rings and rings. Have to call Camden to get through to get my call transferred to Collingswood, but this only worked one time. Signed peach form to get certified letter delivered. Next delivery, i'm in the room where I hear mail delivered, I hear the beeps of the machine, but no knock or doorbell. Go out to 'receive' the letter, and nothing but a purple slip - last delivery attempt. Spent the last hour trying to make a complaint. I'm at my wits end with these jokers! read more

It is the post office, not too much to say. The Postal Service gets a lot of grief, but they do a pretty thankless, taken for granted job. People who work here are nice enough, and the location is very convenient (right by the train station, next to a pretzel store in case you want to get a treat, and newspaper boxes out front so you can get a couple different things done at once. The biggest gripe is that it isn't accessible 24x7, so you can't buy stamps or other supplies for instance if it is on Sunday. Also, they don't have one of those full machines that lets you do things like simple mailing of larger envelopes, packages, but it seems like most places don't after some of the safety/security scares of late. PS We like our main post man too, very friendly. read more

Everybody hates the post office. They all suck. But this one seems to be one of the least sucky post offices I've visited. There's rarely a line & if there is one, is goes by fairly quickly. The employees are quite nice & move it along. I think one of the reasons this post office is not too busy is because it's looks hidden. It's kinda covered up by some trees so it's pretty hard to miss. I'm not complaining. I'm glad it's hidden. There's always parking upfront or if not, there's parking in the rear. read more

I love my post man. He makes sure my mail gets here early, puts packages inside my porch so they don't get wet if the weather is bad, always compliments me on my yard when I'm out there working on it and he stops by. One of the few throwbacks to a simpler life and time in America is my pleasant postman. Yay John. Our actual Post Office is, unfortunately, a similar throwback. No automation. One vending machine you can't get to after hours (seriously, what good is it? If it's during normal hours I'll use the counter!) a few old post boxes, and either one or two clerks on duty (two when there's no line, one when there are more than four people in line). Ahhh nostalgia. read more

Basically your run of the mill post office. 3 windows, so you would think the line moves quickly... but this is the USPS... so you never know. The upbeat woman on the left (can't remember her name) is pretty awesome. Very quick and efficient. Very friendly. The guy who is in the middle is so so. Somewhat slow but friendly. I would avoid the woman on the right. I've had more than one instance of attitude from her. I guess 2 out of 3 isn't bad though for the USPS. There is a Philadelphia Pretzel Company next door if you need a fix. Just saying. Bonus. read more

My mail carrier's name is Craig, my Post Office is Collingswood, Craig has been my mail carrier for years now. He is so friendly, kind, and when I see him always ask how I am doing. I feel very lucky to have him as my mail carrier. And after all these years he is like family to me. Thanks Craig. I have lived here for 42 years. And have only had 4 mail carriers. One was as nice and efficent as the other. But Craig is # 1. So please put your mail out for your carrier. Don't let them cut down there wages.And loose their jobs. Remember they have been delivering your mail way before on line banking and computers. J.Garvin Ardmore Ave. Westmont,N.J. read more

I like to think that I live a simple life. Some might call me "old fashioned" or "out of touch." No pods, pads, phones, fads, gmail, email, twits, tweets...I get my mail the old fashioned way. Paper and ink - real communication. No electronics, no wires, no impersonal, icy robotic correspondence. Flesh and blood, thought and emotion. I suppose I'm a bit naïve. In fact, a recent visit to my normally dependable post office had me thinking twice about my so-called "old fashioned" ways. In fact, it was enough to get me typing on this computer. I'll come right out with it - I'm afraid of the post office. First, a bit of backstory. Someone keeps knocking over my mailbox. I say "someone" like I don't know who it is. It's those damn Richardson twins that live around the block. Don't think I don't know what goes on with those two. Two words: marijuana cigarettes. If you can't already tell, I'm a bit stubborn. They knock the damn thing down, and I just put it right back up. But hell, if those Italians had the nerve to rebuild Carthage, the least I can do is kept my mailbox upright. But I found that the mail slowed down to a trickle. I called the post office. They said something about how "Charlene can't fit her hand inside," and that "I really should get a new mailbox." Well, damn it all to hell. The nerve to tell me to get a new mailbox. It's those women mail carriers, I tell you. My old mailman, Pete, would've knocked on my door and put my mail right in my hand. That's a real pro. Shame that there's not much to him, after the Killington's dobermans got a hold of him. So I drove down to the post office. If they won't come to me, I suppose I'll have to come to them. I was going to get a post office box. Those Richardson twins can't knock that down. They gave me some forms to fill out; something like seven or eight pages of fine print. I just skipped to the end, checked off a couple of boxes, and gave it the ol' John Hancock. Little did I know, this would be only the beginning. The very next day, I drove to the post office again; this time to pick up the day's mail. I walked through the vestibule into the circular atrium where all the post office boxes sat. I checked the keychain they gave me: #1231. I searched around, and found my box towards the rear of the atrium. But something was different. There was an etching screwed onto the front of the box. It read, verbatim: "MR. CHARLES we have are the solution you are waiting for!! Medicine and poker...START you are year WITH a bang, MR. CHARLES!!" Needless to say, I was a bit confused. Who the hell is "Mr. Charles?" Medicine and poker? I looked around - not a soul. No Richardson twins, no nothing (save a ficus). I brushed my hand across the inscription. Some care had been taken with the etching. So why the poor grammar and nonsensical words? Who would take the time to do this? And why was my box the only one with an inscription? I was going to speak with someone at the counter. A real live person, in the flesh. I exited the atrium and entered the adjoining counter area. No one was behind the counter, so I tapped the bell once. Like clockwork, a pudgy red-haired woman came to the front. And that was it. No "hello" or no "can I help you?" She just stood there. I also noticed she had no name tag. The strangeness continued. After a few seconds, I started: "Do you work here?" It was a reasonable question, after all. She was wearing a postal uniform, and she was standing behind the counter at a post office. Now this next part may sound like malarkey, but I swear to you that what I write from this point on is the God's honest truth. She replied: "Congratulations, Cheryl! Bahama cruise time is on its way! Just click here! Make quick money, Cheryl! Sex!" I couldn't believe my ears. "Excuse me?" I replied. "What was that?" Again, she replied with gibberish: "Adventure Friend! Get sex love! Pills and poker! Girls of your is dreams!" I was angry and confused. "Can I speak to your supervisor, miss?" I asked. Again, like clockwork, a tall African-American man came swiftly to the counter. And again, just stood there. Postal uniform, no name tag. "Okay, someone tell me what's going on," I demanded. The man replied: "PENIS STRENGTH IS YOURS, Diamond Frank! Viagra, super power! Penis is for you, just click here!" I was so confused I was getting dizzy. I exited the counter in a hurry; I was getting my mail and then getting the hell out of there. I got to my weird box, grabbed the few pieces that were in there, and got in my car. I tossed the mail across the seat when something caught my eye. The top letter was cleanly typed, but in bold letters it read: "IT IS all yours JONES! Waiting is money! STUDIES SHOW PENIS LENGTH! just click here!" I sped away and haven't been back since. I can live without the mail. And the phone. And the TV... read more

I went to Collingswood post office for the first time on 8/25/14 to mail a letter (81/2 x 11 envelope) to Center City Philladelphia. Very confusing layout for customers. I received attitude for the woman on the right side who handled my transaction. The letter was never delivered. Would not be surprised if it ended up in the trash. I called Collingswood post offiice several times but no answer. I will never return to that post office. read more

The woman working the desk is rude and not interested in helping. I was shipping a return back to Amazon and long story short, I walked out of the door not having done what I set out to do, frustrated and irritating at the experience I just had. I had done this a couple weeks prior with The UPS Store. The two experiences were like night and day. Find another Post Office or try another logistics company all together. read more

Today is August 29th and at 11:30 am I went into the Collingswood Post Office to buy 2 rolls of stamps. I was yelled at twice by the woman postal worker at the right hand counter. First because I was on the alleged wrong side of the line although I was the only customer on line and I saw no signage as to which side to line up. Then since the post office worker had no rolls of stamps in his tray she would not give him permission to open a new package of rolls and sell me two. She said that I must come back in the afternoon again to buy the two rolls of stamps. So in her world the post office workers decide whether rationally or not when they will sell you stamps or not sell you stamps. This is the second instance of bad attitude I had from this postal worker. Recently I needed a couple of stamps to mail 2 bills and I bought a card of stamps and placed the stamps on the bills and tried to leave the letters on her counter. She screamed at me not to leave the letters on her counter to take them to the other side of the building and put them in the chute. There were no other customers waiting for service so it would not interfere with business other than interrupt her free time to accept the stamped letters for mailing. So this postal worker will not sell stamps or accept letters to be posted unless it is convenient for her. In addition, she yells at customers who want to buy stamps and post letters at the Collingswood Post Office. I wish I had remembered to buy stamps at BJ's yesterday. It is unfortunate that she has a customer service job in an agency that provide customer service and is under fire by some of the US Congress to be privatized. Most Postal Employees are hardworking and provide friendly service, but it is employees such as her who often lead to decisions of privatization. I will never step foot in the Collingswood post office because of her bad service not because she screamed at me "to never come back to her post office." but rather the Collingswood Post Office does not deserve my business as long as it allows her to treat customers badly. read more