Not everyone is serial killers! Sometimes trusting people on the internet gets you free things!
How humiliating are Sweden’s post offices? Because the post offices in my local area seem to be staffed with former elementary school bullies who’ve been strategically denied their naps and snacktime.
I ask as I have a theory that the meaner they are to you when you mail a package the faster it gets to the desired destination.
Oh, that depends. Oh sweet buttplug baby Jesus, does it vary. Sometime in the past, don’t remember which year, it might have been ten years ago or something like that, someone got the bright idea that the post office shouldn’t sell stamps. And then they became a place to leave and get packages but nothing more. And then they removed most of the post offices and forced stores in close proximity — mostly, some people had to get their things far far away. The first year in Uppsala I needed to take two busses.
So right now, most people do their post office needs in a grocery store or a flower shop. I think we’re lucky that the mail is still being delivered. The post office is always two, three degrees away. Ron Swanson would have been proud.
To be fair, except when things go wrong it’s often pretty damn quick.

