AwkwardRules

I’ve heard a lot of stand up comedy acts where the comedian makes fun of the post office, but I never actually thought they were actually telling the truth. Back home in Michigan, I had good luck with the post office on the rare occasions that I actually went there. I think I used up all my luck in Michigan, and there’s none left for NYC.

My parents accidentally put the zip code of my old apartment on the upper west side on a package they sent to my office on 8th avenue near times square. Instead of being able to figure out that clearly times square is not on the upper west side, they figured they would try to deliver to my old apartment (which they still had on file for some reason despite me changing my address).

So I was sitting at my office trying to figure out why my package hadn’t arrived. I checked the tracking information online, but all it said was that there were 4 delivery attempts, even though people were in the office at all the times they made an attempt. At this point I hadn’t figured out that they were trying to deliver to my old apartment because nothing online showed me that. So I called the local post office, and they told me my package was on the upper west side and gave me the number of that post office.

I called the post office on the upper west side, and after a few frustrating minutes they finally acknowledged that my package was indeed there. I took the A up to my old neighborhood and found the post office. I waited in the line for a ridiculous amount of time considering that there were only 3 people in front of me and everyone was just picking up packages.

I finally got up to the front of the line and was faced with the lovely Mrs. Jones (according to her name tag). Her hair was a wild mess, she had a mustache that

Mikey

would be proud of, and her face was pulled down in a permanent frown. I asked for my package and handed her my drivers license.

“where’s your slip?”

“oh, well my parents accidentally sent the package to the wrong zipcode and the slip is at my old address”

in response to this she just shook her head. no words, just shaking.

“so you’re telling me i have to break into my old apartment and bring you this slip?”

luckily the guy i talked to on the phone happened to walk by and he told her it was ok. she looked at me and told me in the most condescending voice ever, “you should always bring your slip.” it took superhuman effort to not explode right there and let her have it, but i just said, “thanks for your advice” and took my package.

the package itself was awesome! i got a pirate t-shirt from my sister and a scarf from my mom (my first scarf ever!)

anyone else have a really bad experience with the post office? is this idea of the post office sucking actually true!?

-Vikas

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