Daniel P
Google
I walked into this post office thinking it would be quick—just one customer at the counter. Silly me. Instead, I got front-row seats to a 10-minute soap opera about someone’s life story, courtesy of the older employee with long curly white hair. Meanwhile, the line grew, but hey, who cares about actual customers when you can chit-chat, right?
When it was finally my turn, she informed me my label was wrong. Great. But did she bother to offer a solution, like, I don’t know, selling me the correct one? Of course not. That would’ve been actual customer service. Instead, I was basically told “too bad.”
I canceled my USPS label and went straight to UPS, where they actually act like they want business. This place is useless—staff more interested in gossip than helping people. If you enjoy wasting time and being treated like a nuisance, this post office is perfect for you.