Philadelphia Magazine--My mission was simple the other day, when I stopped by the post office on South Broad. I needed some stamps. I even had a few crisp dollar bills ready for the automated stamp machine. As I stepped inside, I almost felt bad for all those poor saps standing in line, checking their watches and sighing, waiting for one of two postal workers to mail that care package to their kid in college, or send some legal docs overnight.
Then I looked around for the stamp machines. They were gone. Not empty or out of order - missing. I felt like the crazy guy in a movie. Did my post office turn into Shutter Island? Was I losing my mind? Read more!
Then I looked around for the stamp machines. They were gone. Not empty or out of order - missing. I felt like the crazy guy in a movie. Did my post office turn into Shutter Island? Was I losing my mind? Read more!
