You get to keep your own doctor...

...just like your own mail carrier. (Chicago Uptown Branch) The most HATED post office ("On Yelp, reviews of the Broadway and Lawrence branch of the USPS are, uh, mixed: "Just writing about this place forces me to relive all my nightmarish experiences there. I need to drink some herbal tea just to calm down."):

After our beloved, regular mail carrier went on vacation, all mail delivery to our builidng just stopped. When I called the Uptown Station to ask about our missing mail, I was told that the temporary mailperson had been unable to get the front door key to work, so she decided to let everything accumulate at the post office until the regular carrier returned. Unbelievable. The supervisor was so appalled, he offered to deliver the backlog of mail to our building himself.

Will our President Barack Obama be our new bicycle? Oh, no, it's offline!!! Just remnants.

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Can you imagine what someone visiting from another country would think of the United States if they were forced to go to the Uptown Post Office? Sure, we're the fattest country. We have the dumbest kids. Ten percent of our population is glazed over on antidepressants. These things should be sources of PRIDE compared to the piles of garbage sitting behind the (two) open windows at this hell hole.

I work by the main Chicago Post Office on Harrison, and I try and avoid that place like the plague. One time, after waiting patiently in line, I was next up. As one person walked away from the counter, I approached, only to have the employee (with government benefits) point at me and say "I didn't call you yet. Get back in line." Then I watched her file her Flo Jo nails. No joke.

That was better than my visits to Uptown.

Read on.