I went to the post office this morning to send two packages. I walked in the door and was met with a gated counter. 7:55. I arrived earlier than I thought I would. I poked around on my phone outside for a few minutes before joining the queue inside.
It moved quickly. I bought my postage. Then the grumpy man behind the counter, who I believe has become less grumpy to me over the years, asked why I didn’t use the two machines out front.
“You gut to be fucking kidding me.” is what went through my head. As I was poking on my phone outside I was thinking of the self-service machines I used countless times in college to sell textbooks. They did everything I needed to do at the post office. I could only find the empty spaces in the Church Street Station lobby where the machines used to reside.
I asked Mr. Grumpy, “How long have they been there?”
Mr. Grumpy made me feel like a dumbass for not looking around the depressing lobby. Why not put a sign outside so people know they can stop at anytime? Ugh. The Postal Service deserves to be shutdown. Luckily I won’t have to stop at the Post Office before work to wait on Mr. Grump or wait on someone to send their relatives money.