Relatable post office frustration storyfrom @davi87dp

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Every time you go to the post office, the person in front of you has a problem that has never happened before in all of history. Yeah. Because I just need to mail one package. That's it. Like, I have the address. I have the box. I have my payment ready. Like, this should take approximately forty seconds. But the person in front of me has arrived with a situation that requires the involvement of the federal government. I don't know. So I mailed the package to my nephew in 2009, but he moved to Portugal, and now his ex wife says the tracking number isn't worse. And it... The employee best staring at the computer like they just discovered a new species of problem. Like, they they call over a supervisor to a supervisor. They they call another supervisor. Somebody disappears into a back... Into a back room. Now tier are four postal employees gathered around one monitor discussing international shipping laws that apparently haven't been relevant since the Good War. And I'm standing there holding a prepaid return label. Like... And the worst part is when the customer starts pulling documents out of their bad, like a a photograph of the package before it before it was mailed, old envelopes, a handwritten letter. Why do you have evidence? I thought we were just sending birthday cards tier, like, and then, you know, just when you think the situation is almost resolved, you know, they say the most terrifying words you can hear in a post office. Actually, there's one more thing. No, no, no, no, no. There is, and you've already been you've been here long enough to to qualify for employee benefits, okay? And and somehow better person ahead of me has a completely different emergency. One needs to ship a a live plant to a country that doesn't exist anymore. Rank one, another one wants to know why a letter they sent without an address hasn't arrived. Somebody else is trying to return a package to a company that went out of business in 1998. And when it's finally my turn, I walk up, I hand over the package, and the employee says, you're all set. Six seconds. Okay? I best spent forty seven minutes waiting behind somebody else who who needed a a congressional hearing to mail a sweater.