On Monday I went to the post office. I wanted to buy two stamps for two regular size, not particularly heavy, envelopes. The post office should have been open, but it was closed. Furthermore, there wasn’t any information posted on any of the doors letting me know why it was closed or when it would open again. I went home.
As a claustrophobic, I found the post office frightening. People wanting entrance were buzzed in, and then found they were wedged between two doors. One door lead to the street, and the other door granted admittance into the post office. Again, while standing between these two doors, people waited to be allowed into the post office. I found this intense security very mysterious.
Here also, the only place where stamps can be bought is the post office. I have no idea why the post office was closed on Monday, but it was open on Tuesday.