I live rural in a small town in N Nevada. I sent a priority envelope from Zip code 89429 to zip code 95966. The dimwit at the post office plays with her keyboard & then places a label about 4 x 4 on my envelope. I pay her $8.70.
This wasn’t the most valuable item I have ever sent, but I had done a complete inventory of my possessions—in case of a fire, I was sending one copy out of state to a girlfriend I knew would save it for me.
The dimwit at the counter put zip code 92125 or some such on that label & my Priority envelope went to CARLSBAD, CAlIF-—about 600 miles SOUTH of where I wanted it sent. I had put a very clear address on the envelope in Sharpie pen, in letters & numerals about 2” high.
It took 10 days to get to my friend & I had her send me back the empty envelope. When I took it to the local post office-—a brand new building, BTW,-— the supervisor refused to refund me my money-—I only wanted the difference between first class & the Priority. She got stubborn. I got more stubborn. I kept asking her-—WHAT DID I DO WRONG??? I’m 76 years old, a bookkeeper, and I have been sending mail since I was about 16 years old. WHAT DID I DO WRONG? TELL ME WHAT I DID WRONG SO I DON’T DO IT AGAIN. I SEND THESE ENVELOPES ALL THE TIME.
She finally got huffy & refunded all of my money, and loudly proclaimed that I can NEVER get my money back again.
NOW I still have to use their services to send bookkeeping I have done back to my clients-—BUT I LOOK AT THE LABEL before I pay for it.
The dimwit is still there, but she walks a wide path around me. Her other big stupid event was: We were sending By- Laws out to members of a group here in the valley. The first class postage was $2.35 for each envelope....The dumwit tried to sell us on the idea of sending all 18 envelopes PRIORITY for $6.85. I am sending them from this town TO this town & you think I should pay for Priority? Sure, she says—it will get there in one day. EVERYTHING gets there in ONE DAY for first class IF I send it from this location....I about punched her.
LOL you are one frisky 76 year old!
You’ve got my zip code.
Professionalism government-style . . . the old Soviet Union could never have matched it.