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| - Probably the worst post office ever. First off, there's never more than 1-2 workers manning the check out counters, yet 2-3 workers floating around, refilling Priority Mail shelves, and the one always asking "Can I help you with something?" Yeah, how about you go jump on a cash register so we can move this mile-long line along?
I tried to use the self checkout kiosk machine today, went through everything and at the end of check out, my card never lights up green to pay. Then the screen just locks up. I try to exit out, won't exit out. I go wait in line and I swear, the two ladies working there are having some sick, twisted competition to see how can possibly move any slower. Really? It takes you 90 seconds to bend down and retrieve your book of postage stamps?
Finally, I get to check out. My lady is as bitter and cold as winter in Minnesota. No smile, total attitude like she hates her freaking job. I tell her the self check out kiosk doesn't work and she tells me she knows. As I stand there while it takes her 3 minutes to figure out how to scan my package, I watch three more poor souls try to finagle with the self checkout machine. I offer, very nicely I might add, "maybe you guys should put a Out Of Service note on the machine over there?" She rolls her eyes and huffs like I'm the most annoying person with a dumb request. Then she proceeds to tell me I can't use my card next time if I don't sign the back with my proper signature. Really? The freaking bank doesn't care I have "See ID" and a tiny signature written in the back. I say respectfully, although now I am getting equally annoyed,"I want you to check out people, to ask for an ID, see my/their face and name on the ID, does it match the name on the card? Anyone can steal my ID and sign my name." Without you seeing my face and name in the ID, you don't take notice. She starts to argue with me, getting even more annoyed, telling me the bank is wrong. Really, the bank that issued my card and puts into place its own policies and procedures is wrong? She tells me next time she won't accept my card, aggravated. Slow, rude, typical post office, disgruntled government worker.
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