Dear Bolton Post Office,
What the heck is the deal? I stopped by to buy stamps on my way to work this morning. You see, I work all day, so if I need stamps I have to buy them on off hours. I decided to stop at your location because, hey, Post Office! They sell stamps! I know my local post-office which is completely inconvenient to me (On-street parking? Are you serious?) has a stamp machine. That’s all I needed. I even had ones and quarters in my pocket. I was ready.
But you don’t have a stamp machine. You have a bunch of P.O. Boxes and a slot for mailing letters. And a window that isn’t open hours when I am driving by on my way to and from work.
You stink. So I still don’t have stamps and now a bill I have to mail is late. I hope you are happy.
Late Postscript: I wandered around the office trying to find a stamp and a wonderful awesome co-worker told me she had just bought stamps this morning at the Bolton Post Office. She waited until they were open. You know where their stamp machine is? Inside the locked area (near the window). What the hell is the point of that?