Our local post shop would have to be the worst on the planet
I think the problem lies in that instead of just dealing with the post ( as the name would suggest
) they are a half arsed bank , half arsed vehicle licencing centre, half arsed convenience store , and manned or womaned by half arsed forkwits
What really gets on my tits is that when i have queued for 25 mins and i finally get to the counter , the robotic dipshit will say with a forced smile " thankyou for waiting " like i have a choice >:(my immediate response is " where the fork else was i going to post this parcel , at the forking butchers ?
Then im the bad guy
Now when i get to the counter i say "dont even think of saying it
just send this "
The couriers are even worse
obviously the NZ courier companies are a rehab facilty for amputees and parapaligics , as their drivers are only capable of driving to the mail box and leaving a card to say collect your parcel from our depot TOMORROW . the card omits to say Because im to lazy to drag my fat arse out of the van to bring it in
I think i will get one of my Daughters to stab or bash the courier as she can claim trauma as a defence having been subjected to the awfull avatars i have on my computer