After my lovley moring at the "office" I went to the (grimace) Kensington Post Office. I went, as we all do, to get held mail. As we all know friends and family like to address packages to our kids, so the name on the package was that of my daughter. I produced ID showing who I was and slid the package notice though the window.

“Who is Emerson?”

I replied by pulling my stroller back to reveal my daughter quietly eating a cookie. Somewhere between, my “Hi,” and showing the postal “worker” my daughter the woman became enraged and demanded that I have photo ID for my 2 and a half year old before she would give me the package. I asked to see the manager. I waited and waited eventually calling the number on the package notification to tell them at I was at the 11218 post office and was being yelled at and the manager would not see me. A second later the manager arrived to deal with me.

I have never encountered this before even at the (clenched teeth) Kensington PO (Or Red Hook Station) to be shouted at so quickly and have the Manager yell at me as well. I was told I needed my daughter’s birth cert to get the package. I eventually got it because I made it clear that a birth cert doesn’t have a picture on it. Long pause…he went and got the package.

The Kensington Bklyn Post Office is the worst in the city. No joke. It has consistantly been rated as such. In fact I think it is where they USPS sends malcontents, sociopaths, and meth addicts, so they can have employment. Once more there isn't automation to speed the line up, and not one employee that speeks either, Yddish, Hebrew, or Russian at the P.O. that serves a huge Russian-Jewish population. The largest in NYC in fact.

Is this security? I don't get it. But now I understand why why wife doesn't want me to buy a tomahawk.