Greetings,
I treat all the staff at the post office with the utmost respect at all times regardless of how they treat me. I love my post office box at 450 Lexington Avenue #1375 in New York City.
Millionaires I know pay the top law enforcement in New York to harass me 24/7. Sometimes New York law enforcement has members of their civilian lie and scam team follow me into the post office and try to pick fights with me. They try to get me kicked out of every single place I go.
All I do is treat people respectfully and mind my own business. All New York law enforcement does to me is ambush me and tell people to try and pick fights with me anyway they can.
I’m contacting you for a few reasons. If your staff treats me like garbage I don’t take it personally. I know it’s New York law enforcement telling them to do it and if they don’t either the FBI or NYPD will have them fired, run them over, say they killed themselves, or something like that.
- Yesterday I was told by the post office staff at 450 Lexington Ave, New York, New York, that anytime I receive a UPS package to my PO Box, I have to wait until the next day for them to give it to me. Is that correct?
- One of New York law enforcement’s favorite scams is to have cashiers call me up to them while the other customers are still there. Then everyone runs to the manager and says I’m cutting the line. Or the cashier will call me up and then someone will show up behind and crash into me. That has been done to me several times at the USPS on 450 Lexington Ave.
- I just showed up to pick up a UPS package from yesterday and the teller called me up to the counter while someone was still standing there. I politely said I’ll wait. The USPS person at the counter said it’s going to be a two-hour wait. I said that’s OK, I’ll wait. I then walked up to the other counter after waiting in line. I mentioned that I was told it’s a two-hour wait for one USPS customer to handle their business at the counter. They said they can’t help me. I walked back to the post office box line and sat with my legs crossed against the wall. I can’t stand for two hours. It turns out that two hours really meant twenty minutes.
Just keeping you posted. I’m here now.
Thank you and have a great day.
Ever upward,
Mark Pine
