Like all of us of a certain age, I do my best to make every moment count. The United States Post Office (funded by your taxes) is a major obstacle in my effort to do that.
Allow me to vent.
When a child, even if he is long-grown-up, needs an item from his mother mailed to him for his Halloween costume, and Halloween is less than a week away, immediate action is necessary. So, when I arrived at my local USPO the other day at 1:50 pm directly after a class and not having eaten lunch, I decided that a line with six people in front of me was reasonable.
Sixty minutes later, I was invited to approach the one clerk on duty. And it would have been longer except that some people in front of me were not on as important a mission as I was, and they had given up.
The one clerk had been helping a couple do their passport applications. They were ill-prepared. When they finally finished, she went on her “overdue” lunch break. When I suggested to her replacement that perhaps passports should be a separate operation, he told me that the USPO does passports. Period.
Mailing my package took two minutes.
End of venting.