i love post offices. they are dark, hot, stinky and full of old people collecting their pension. well maybe that’s an exageration, but they are a special type of shop.
the people who work in them are good value though. i was sent back and forward 3 times to get my E111 form.
“you haven’t filled that bit in sir”
“i know, it’s not clear what i have to do”
“yes it is sir, now go over there and fill it in”
my favourite bits are the pigeon holes for all the forms and leaflets. these things have been around since the 70s and look like it too.
