US Post Office

Three parking spots. One postal attendant. One crabby postal attendant. Last time I was here, a pleasant gentleman helped me with my package, taped up a small opening and was pleasant. Did I mention pleasant? Today I stood in line, infant in one hand and package in the other hand for 45 minutes. When I finally got up to the front an unpleasant girl looked at my package and said, «you need that all written up.» I had it all written up on a sheet. I didn’t know how to mail the package. When I said it was all written up she said, «we don’t provide tape. «She was clearly angry to be at the front desk, probably angry that she is a postal employee and even angrier that the stupid peasant before her had no clue how to mail a package.
The last time I was here the gentleman printed out the label for me and slapped the last piece of tape on for me. I’m not sure how I was to know things were different today.
So after a sweaty 45 minutes of juggling a baby and a package I got nothing.
So, I went to a different post office in S. Mpls where the pleasant gentleman slapped a piece of tape on, kindly listened to my horror story and told me that you get free tape with priority packages.
So, my advice, go elsewhere.