My small town post office is awesome. They know I'm sending cards & trying to do it the most cost effective way possible. She doesn't even bother to ask if I need a non-machinable stamp. She also told me Canada machines everything, so don't bother paying for a non-machinable stamp on Canadian shipments.
When my daughter moved to Hawaii the wonderful woman at the PO told us, "Oh, you don't want to ship that like you have it. Put it all in a flat rate box & you'll save a lot on shipping." It was a life saver getting Better Made chips & Faygo pop to the islands. When my daughter transfered to Alabama, I got a flat rate box as usual, and she told me, "Priority would be a better option since Alabama is a lot closer than Hawaii."
Sounds like some of you have the old b**** who worked at my post office prior to the wonderful crew there now. On evening I was buying stamps for my wife's Christmas cards. It was about 5 PM & the post office was packed with morons like me trying to ship their Christmas stuff at the last minute. Luckily, I got to the desk before close, and asked for stamps, then I noticed that some were stamped and some weren't and of course they are not in any logical order, so I had to hurriedly count them while I sorted them, while holding up the angry line. So, I told her that I needed 32 stamps. I paid & she handed me the stamps. I kindly step away from the desk, so that others can get waited on before she kicks them out, and that old hag says, "You miscounted," and quickly asks the next person to step up. Son of a... gun, she was right. I was two stamps short. Way to spread a little Christmas Cheer, Carrie. I'm glad she's gone.
