Giving love to the post office? What?
You would if you went here as often as I do. My first need for the good ol' USPS arose when I was an undergrad thousands of miles from home. I stood in line frequently between the hours of 9 and 5 to mail letters and packages to those people Far Far Away who would send me the same, as I was in what seemed to be The Middle Of Nowhere.
And since then, having lived and traveled extensively abroad, and having as many connections internationally as domestically, I have a great need for the USPS. And have patronized heaps of offices since my little 18-year old self started making my weekly homage...
I have been to post offices where the clerks flog you for not knowing how to prepare a package according to Official Guidelines. I have been to offices where there are seas of unhappy customers battling heat and their patience as they wait in line - with only one employee behind the counter. I have seen postal workers who couldn't care less about your dilemma or crisis - you simply are another annoyance in their day. And I have been to many wonderful places where the clerks smile, care, joke, help, and make what nearly always is a significant wait bearable.
These are my ladies at Mill. There's an older brunette woman with an easy smile who last helped wrangle a package of mine into acceptable measurements. There's another older woman - with salt and pepper hair - who kindly told me that my international packages would be cheaper if I used their new standard Global Priority mailers.
I could carry on about other mundane postal dealings, but my point here is that these clerks are some of the best out there in an environment that can be very tedious. It's the post office, for crying out loud. There will almost always be a wait. There is little variety in what to expect. And the process is very routine. But my ladies at Mill always have me leaving with a smile because, it seems, they make an effort.