Bob is an asshole!!
Ok, so anyways for Christmas my parents paid for Jake and I to go and get our passports. So this afternoon we went to the Rochester Hills Post office in Rochester Hills, MI and had to deal with one of the 3 biggest fuck wads that I have ever encountered in my life. Seriously this ass hole whose name was BOB was the most caustic fucker ever. He was rude to Jake and rude to me, I can't believe that they allow a person like that to deal with the public. He seriously belongs working at midnight sorting mail or something where he isn't in the position to lash his vile tongue. I seriously wanted to punch him in the face, but some how I restrained my self. I have only felt this feeling well up inside of me about 3 times in my life.
The details of this story can only be told in person, point being, if you need to obtain a pass port and want a relatively pleasant experience, DON'T go to the ROCHESTER HILLS post office pass port office location!!! go anywhere else and hope for the best.
But then my mom took me shopping and I found a cute pair of pants, so I decided to forget about the above teabag and let him wallow in his own pool of shit. I guess I had to deal with him for 10 minutes where either his wife or family have to deal with him on a regular basis, yikes!!
The details of this story can only be told in person, point being, if you need to obtain a pass port and want a relatively pleasant experience, DON'T go to the ROCHESTER HILLS post office pass port office location!!! go anywhere else and hope for the best.
But then my mom took me shopping and I found a cute pair of pants, so I decided to forget about the above teabag and let him wallow in his own pool of shit. I guess I had to deal with him for 10 minutes where either his wife or family have to deal with him on a regular basis, yikes!!