Cleanest post office I've ever been to! Came in to buy a box for some items and send it away as a…read morepackage and the service was fast and easy. Also, very polite staff.

I love coming to this place. The lady that was helping with our passports was awesome. Totally…read morehappy with all her help. Was not expecting to pay that much for a passport but hey, never had one before so decided to do the passport adventure. The lady was very helpful with explaining all the processes we were about to adventure through. Getting a passport has always been on my mind.

Kathy on Kellogg is great going to hate when she retires - she's always so helpful and always has a…read moresmile even when someone is being difficult

Cindy was THE BEST!! What a nice hidden little gem that offers the same services as other USPS…read morelocations in busier metros. We were in and out in less than 30 minutes to get our passport applications processed. Once you're done, head on over to Terrible's across the street for some cool alien and Area 51 memorabilia. The restrooms in Terrible's are soooo cool too!

Applying for my passport doesn't have to be an overwhelming experience…read more After a few challenges online, I walked into a location. Downtown To get the form's needed, while there I made an appt for the Indian Springs location! Prep Original Birtcert and ID card. I showed up to my appointment and Janice assisted me and explained the process and fees and made for a great day. She even thanked me for being organized and provided me with the forms needed to get my Children their passport. Thank you

Out in the middle of nowhere, I found a gem! The Shoshone postmaster, Colleen, makes your day…read morebright with her excellent service and fun chat.

Whoever sharnae (or something) is, has the worst attitude. Very disrespectful & not happy to be…read morethere. Seems like when we walked in, it was a bother. The job for returns & shipping an is easy short interaction. Not sure how we managed to piss her off so bad from walking in. I'll travel a little further down the street to avoid this horrendous person. Mutual respect & manners go a long way. I'm still baffled at how walking into this place managed to upset her so much. She must hate working.

Inside a liquor store, Sinclair gas station. No line easy to drop off mail. No express mail refunds…read morehere, have to go to main hub.

The is nothing more American than a Post in the Desert! I am thankful for the United States Postal…read moreService and this Amazing Post office. They say Angles are the ones who deliver messages from God, I know this to be true!

The staff aren't the warmest but still greet you. The location looks a bit run down as you enter…read morebut parking is easy so can't complain too much! My packages shipped out quickly and without issue so will continue to use this location.

service requested: i needed to some quickest shipping to my cousin in LA for a phone he forgot in…read moremy possession. They had the envolope and even advised me to buy bubble wrap to make sure the phone would not be damaged in transit. quality: it always so dark in there it feels so depressing but its government funded so what can you do about it. value: shipping things isn't as expensive as I imagine it. So doing it often maybe, but for one time it's not too bad.

Advantages of a post office in a small historic town: it looks adorable, staff is actually friendly…read moreand there is no wait. Day and night difference with the city!!

So helpful and always on time with our mail. I would recommend to anyone who lives here.read more

The supervisor Brandon's was amazing he went over and beyond to solve my complicated issue…read moreinvolving my new build not being the system

"Where Letters Go to Die: A Gulag Review"…read more I arrive at 5:00 AM, expecting to be first in line. Instead, I find a queue wrapped around the building like the bread line outside a 1962 Minsk grocery store. Babushkas in housecoats. Grown men clutching Priority Mail boxes like they're smuggling defense secrets. Nobody speaks. Nobody smiles. Somewhere, a crow caws ominously. The building does not open at 8:30 AM. The building considers opening at 8:30 AM, deliberates on it internally, consults the Politburo, and then -- MAYBE -- cracks the door at 8:37, releasing a smell like a meat locker that lost power during a heat wave. I do not know what they are storing back there. I do not want to know. I suspect it predates the Cold War. Once inside, you are assigned a number and a fate. Speak out of turn, sigh too loudly, or make prolonged eye contact with an employee, and you are sent to the back of the line -- or, if the postal worker's mood is sufficiently sour that day, to what longtime patrons here simply refer to as "the Gulag Line," a mythical second queue that may or may not loop through a supply closet and back out into the parking lot. I came here today for one reason: to find out what happened to FOUR -- count them, FOUR -- letters I mailed over a month ago. Two to comrades in New Jersey. Two here in Vegas. My poor babushka has not received her money. My vendors are calling me daily, demanding payment, assuming I have simply vanished into the Nevada desert like a man who owed the wrong people money. I have become, through no fault of my own, an international letter-smuggling fugitive in the eyes of my own family. The clerk -- no name tag, obviously, they don't want to be identified by the tribunal later -- informed me with the warmth of a Siberian wind that "mail sometimes takes time" and that there was "nothing to track." Comrade, I don't need reassurance. I need Interpol. I need a forensic mail accountant. I need to know if my letters are lost, stolen, or currently being read aloud at a KGB holiday party. Pros: Excellent cardio from standing for three hours. Free character development. Cons: My rubles -- er, dollars -- are missing. So is my faith in the postal system. So, possibly, is an election somewhere. Do svidaniya, Russell Road Post Office. I will see you again next month, same line, same silence, same suspicious meat smell. Not because I want to. Because I have no choice. None of us do. 1 star. Would not defect again, but have no other option.