Choosing stamps is a high-stakes game of aesthetic preference. Do you go for the classy Machin head (the Queen’s profile, timeless) or the fun animal stamp? I once spent a whole minute debating a stamp featuring a red squirrel, feeling like an amateur art critic. The lady behind the counter sighed loudly.
There’s a special circle of hell reserved for people who buy stamps at the counter without knowing how many they need. They squint at the tiny price chart, then ask, “Is this enough for a second-class large letter?” It’s okay. We’ve all been that person. The shame bonds us.
The 'Final' Bureau de Change
Let’s not forget the Bureau de Change counter tucked away at the back. It feels like a forbidden zone, a place of intense financial mystery. You see tourists exchanging their dollars for pounds, looking bewildered. It’s the quiet corner of the post office where dreams of cheap souvenirs are born.
Post Offices on Northumberland Street and New Street are merged as new
You may also find yourself buying a single plastic wallet for your passport. Why? Because you’re off on holiday and you've left your good one at home. The post office becomes your emergency life-raft, selling you overpriced, flimsy stationery. You’re grateful, but also slightly bitter.
