I hate hate hate the 83rd Street Planetarium Station if the US Post Office!!!
It's bad enough that the manager's got the brain of a peanut but when I got there after therapy and got in line at 12:20, there were three windows functioning: Window 1 was also dealing with passports, so this blonde twink had it tied up for over 10 minutes and two sets of passport photos, leaving Window 2 to deal with the lie of customers and Window 5 dealing with mail pickups. I stood for a painful 20 minutes when the lady in frnt of me finally got to Window 2 and then Window 5 motioned me to his window. Igot there, gave him the package and customs slip and he left. Finally a lady showed up and took over as well as taking 10 minutes to process the customs slip. Then I had to stand at one of their automated processors and ship two packages to Boston and New Jersey.
And of course the PO is completely nonfunctional for the disabled. A chair while I waited in the goddam line might be nice. By that point my leg was tired of standing so I taxied the two blocks home.
Therapy was god today; they raised the level of biking difficulty so my legs were killing me; this is probably why they weren't happy at the PO.