The Parcel Place

What is this little pocket of weirdness on 15^th? Have I walked into a Mad TV skit? Fell down the rabbit hole into a postal-​themed vortex?
Five, maybe six earnest employees fill every inch of this closet-​sized space. They all want to help me with their polite but precise questions. They all want to examine my packages. They pass them among the group, each saying things like «Yes, this is a box.» «Yes, it is wrapped nicely.» «Yes, this is appropriate use of postal-​approved adhesive tape.» «Yes, you have been here before; we remember you.»
I’m expecting them to smell the packages next. Then maybe they’ll smell me. I feel panic beginning to crawl up my spine.
Take a deep breath and remind myself: It’s14 days ’til Christmas, I have 6 boxes to mail, and in this rabbit hole there’s NO LINE and EVERY employee is helping me!