These people are MEAN! As you take your place in line you start to dread your turn as you witness the service reps barking orders and chastising anyone silly enough to try to buy stamps or send mail here. The way they talk to people makes me cringe.
I do not know why I have to go here to pick up my parcels when the actual post office is only around the corner. The people who work at the actual post office are NICE. I go to the actual post office for all other post-related business but unfortunately all parcels end up in this hell hole.
Going here to pick up a parcel is like entering a Monty Python skit - a tiresome, bureaucratic pretzel.
On this last occasion a fellow customer helped me out and signed for my parcel because they would not accept my ID - it is not on their list. Apparently I cannot pick up my own mail but anyone with a driver's license can.
The behind-the-counter guy did read us the entire parcel-pick-up rule book so that was a nice bonus.