I had to go to the Post Office earlier this week. That's a depressing experience, enlivened only by the screens playing their laughable adverts proclaiming them to be "The People's Post Office" on an endless loop. Well, it belongs to "the people" only in the sense that Ceauşescu's Romania was "The Romanian People's Republic".
Having said that, it can be enjoyable every once in a while to take a step back in time to the 1970s - when the UK was run for the benefit of public sector workers and the notion of "customer service" was some crazy American fad, like jogging or gun crime.
But after about 15 minutes of queuing, the nostalgia – or rather "Ostalgie" – wears a bit thin. Particularly when there are Post Office employees wandering around trying to collar anyone who looks remotely affluent and trying to flog them insurance. Get behind the counter and serve the people in front of me so I can get out of here quicker, fool!
They can't close them quick enough as far as I'm concerned. Just get Special Delivery and passport renewal online, and you'll never see me there again.
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