Calling the Post office

[altimateoutlet]

Ever tried to call the post office? 1800 260 7678. See if you can talk to someone

[mr.elmwood]

What do you want to know?

[Anonymous]

Talk about what?  I am able to get hold of anyone there at any time, no problems.   You have any problems?

[rosscd57]

There is no need to shout.

[nuvistors]

We have a local number to call.

or we can talk to the postmaster when we pick up the mail at the post office.

[recped]

honeybed has previously mentioned they have vision issues and that is why they use a large font by default.

If that's true (which I assume it is) and as long as honeybed doesn't use BOLD like one infamous poster on the US boards I will be accepting of their somewhat oversize font.

[mr.elmwood]

Bold is not yelling, caps is yelling.

[anguscoinshop]

I like the very large oversize font, i don't have to wear my glasses to read

you got to be patient to reach canada post, very often you got to pick your times

[petitecroissant550]

How does one yell on the internet with typing? Makes no sense to me. A capital is a capital, and bolding is to inform the reader that the particular selection of which has been bolded is an important statement.

[valve37]

There was a man who worked for the Post Office whose job was to process all the mail that had illegible addresses. One day, a letter came addressed in a shaky handwriting to God . He thought he should open it to see what it was about.

The letter read: 

Dear God, I am an 83 year old widow, living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had $100 in it, which was all the money I had until my next pension payment. Next Sunday is Christmas, and I had invited two of my friends over for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with, have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope... Can you please help me?
Sincerely, Edna

The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet and came up with a few dollars. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected $96, which they put into an envelope and sent to the woman. The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and the dinner she would be able to share

with her friends. Christmas came and went. A few days later, another letter came from the same old lady to God. All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened.

It read:

Dear God, How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me? Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift. By the way, there was $4 missing. I think it might have been those buggers at the post office.  Sincerely, Edna