Am I the ******* here (spoiler: no)?
Had a package that was supposed to be delivered via USPS a few days ago. It gets stuck in "out for delivery" for a couple of days, then reverts to "ready to be picked up" at the local post office annex. Pain in the ass, but I go over there, arriving at about 9:22. There's an outer door that sets off a doorbell, then, in the waiting room, an inner door made of wood with a top half that opens (currently closed). There's a sign that mentions the doorbell and says someone will be with me momentarily.
I wait for ~5 minutes and nobody is coming, though I hear people in the large room beyond, some relatively close. So I knock on the door and make the generic noise people make when they want to politely let people know they're present (shuffling feet, coughing, etc.). Ten minutes of that off and on, and I knock a little more forcefully and (politely) shout hello through the door. Nothing, and now there's a line behind me, so I take the next logical step and call the annex's number - I can hear the phone ringing, but nobody springs to answer and the call ultimately disconnects.
At about the 28 minute mark, I escalate further. I prop open the outer door so the door bell is continually ringing and I pound on the door three times pretty damn hard. That gets the attention of a whole hell of a lot of people. A lady opens the partition and tells me they're short-staffed, then a dude comes up and takes over, asking me what do I want. I try to remain polite and say I need to pick up a package and been waiting about a half hour. He says that no I haven't been waiting a half hour, but that another guy will help me. As the other guy steps up, yet another guy rolls up and asks who pounded on the door. Since only two people fit in the waiting room, and the other option is a small Hispanic woman, it was clearly me and I say so. He starts inspecting the door as if I had caused significant damage and says in what I presume to be a threatening manner, "Don't damage my door." I ignore him, since I know that the only reason they opened the door was because I made a nuisance of myself.
Upshot - still don't have the package; dude who was told to help me (who was very nice and professional) couldn't find it. I don't expect to see it, and I wouldn't be surprised if more of my mail continues to go awry.
So, am I the *******? Clearly not.