The post office is a place where time stops and service goes back to the time of the dinosaurs. Slow old women are employees who work in slow motion, unable to find the parcel, even if it is in front of them on the counter. Every visit to this place turns into a test of patience. The branch plunges you into an atmosphere of chaos and disorder, where customers are ignored and shipments are lost in the abyss. Welcome to hell on Earth, welcome to the post office.
so-so. I live across the street, but it turns out that my house belongs to another department, which is a kilometer away from me. Well, in all post offices, the service is so-so