So, it gets the job done. You drop your stuff off, hand over money, and they'll send your stuff to other people. Its a post office...
Thing is, there's a lot more to it that just shoving packets from place to place.
Lets start by finding the place. If you think of the traditional post office of yore, with spanning ceilings, and beautiful marble work, you're thinking of somewhere else... Its towards the back of the plaza, with a small sign, and closely resembles a bale bonds office. Without Garmin, I would've blown by. My grilfriend actually encouraged me to keep going, as I'm pulling into the right plaza since we didn't see the place.
Despite its hiding place, there was still a long line. One worker at the till, one possibly working on something else, one definitively standing in the back doing nothing but watching grass grow (or lines grow in this case). After a bit she decided to help out, with nary a smile or a pleasant word, mailed off my parcel.
The sad thing was, I had gone to the post office, and a passport processing one at that, in hopes that someone would make sure my forms were in order before sending off 95 dollars and my passport. The cold, dead indifferent eyes of my postal helper fell any hopes I had of having my paper work checked.
The lines here are shorter than the DMV for that same thrill, so, this is a must visit place if you dare to stare in the cold vacant eyes of those downtrodden by a life in an office of bureaucracy where the mail just keeps coming and coming with seldom a thank you. read more