How could I forget the POST OFFICE?
So, like a good daughter, I wanted to send mother’s day cards to all the maternal people in my life. I had said cards! I had them addressed, even! All I needed was postage.
So where did I go to get stamps? Why, the post office of course! That is where they sell stamps so people can use their service.
Right?
Well they do… but you have to wait in line. No stamp machines. Big empty hole where the stamp machine was. Meanwhile, the line is out the door with people with packages with insurance and registration and who will take a million years to get through the line because the post office people recently received customer service training from the DMV.
After waiting ten minutes in the line, I decided I’d try the post office next to the gym. Turns out it’s not a real post office, just a place where you can pick up packages.
And there is a stamp machine! Hosannah! But wait, there is a piece of paper on it. An article. Turns out, there are no parts to maintain the stamp machines in the bay area. The entire area! Everyone in the San Francisco Bay Area, including the East Bay where I live, go to your bank, the grocery store, really anywhere except for the post office to get stamps.
So, Coca Cola can manage to have a functional vending machine selling sugar water on every corner, but the post office can’t manage to maintain a few stamp machines.
Here’s an idea: have Coke machines sell stamps! Win-win!
