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Now I'll be honest. I have only been here twice, having lived in the neighbourhood for almost 3 years so I'll try to be as nice as I possibly can with this review. The first occasion I had the pleasure of dealing with Bloorcourt Stationery & Post was to pickup a passport which had been sent to me by courier and I had missed the delivery. Needless to say, the person behind the counter (a young man) bust my balls every which way he could before I could get my passport handed over. As I did not have any valid drivers license at the time, he requested my passport (which was in the envelope) and so the Mexican standoff began. After persuading him several times that the only other valid ID that they can accept is in the package I am waiting to pickup and after offering more than enough alternative identification, he handed over the goods. That was nothing compared to today however. Imagine the worst day in work ever. A complete bitch of a day. Then cycling home in the blazing heat in rush-hour traffic and THEN, at the last minute getting home and see a missed delivery on a letter. Then to make it worse, I realised it was for pickup at Bloorcourt Stationery & Post. Holy fuck. So I go down there on bike, to pickup and I see what I presume to be a husband and wife duo behind the counter. YOU ARE NOT ALLOW BIKES IN HERE he yells at me, as I stand there patiently, covered in sweat. I'm sorry, I apologised to the man, but I was in a rush home from work and I didn't have time to lock my bike up. He looked at me as if I had taken a huge shit all over his store. He then began to ramble on about how we are all in a rush and I should have some respect for his 'company policy'!! I apologised again being as sincere as I could and he still rambled on shouting at me as I left "I'm sure you wont bring your bike in here again". I hope I never miss another parcel again. This place is the absolute fucking worst!!
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