The post office...... I always approach these places with extreme caution and prejudice (It's a military term). Not because the patriots that frequent these establishments are questionable but after dealing with the employees, it's quite possible their behaviors have been altered. But the most important reason is because the employees are typically so disgruntled I worry one of them loose cannons might go off one day and turn this place into Chucky cheese shooting arena. ... Hold your breath - here we go!
This post office is a quaint little location, decorated with a rustic hillbilly look. Quite small but it serves it's purpose. They have PO boxes, three tellers and they process passports, at least that's what it says on the door.
Fortunately for me I passed up Mr. ray of sunshine while filling out my package info. The gentleman who I like going front of me, was getting read the riot act from Mr. sarcasm with every comment he made. That's the guy I was warning you about previously, he's either going to go crazy one day or cause someone to go crazy, your pick. So now it's my turn, and I draw window # 1. A nice sweet older lady who had nothing but awesomeness bestowed in her. She made my purchase simple and painless. Part of me wishes that I could've stayed longer to enjoy an episode of Jerry Springer with Mr. sarcasm but, the other half of me knows that my patients wouldn't be able to withstand his excitement for life too long. So......... If you get the chance to visit this location, try one of ladies if you wish to leave in a pleasant mood. That's all folks read more
