Pictures cannot describe the New York post office experience.
I went today to pick up a parcel.
Note: About fifty people squashed into a long line in a small room, all disgruntled. Fluorescent lighting, no air conditioning.
Scratched bullet-proof plastic. Toddler underfoot. Mismatched, confusing signage. Crackling microphones.
And always a sad and/or sordid story of some sort: today it was an illiterate middle-aged woman begging unresponsive customers to help her fill out a form for a money order in exchange for $5.
IT IS HELL ON EARTH!
But why?
This is a typical Canadian post office:
Just sayin.