This was the third and final leg of my Coral Springs audit series, and honestly, it had a little bit of everything: fist bumps, gold chains, bad apples, lies to 911, and a police walk of shame.

I hit all three post offices in the city — Coral Reef Branch, Coral Springs Branch, and Atlantic Boulevard Branch — and each one told its own story. One was textbook professionalism, one had a late-game bad apple, and one turned into an absolute circus that ended with a Walk-of-Shame for 2 Coral Springs Police officers.

First Stop: Coral Reef Branch

We kicked things off at Coral Reef, and let me tell you, this place was solid.

I filmed for a good 10–15 minutes. Customers came and went, nobody cared, and Shaugn, the clerk on duty, just kept doing his job like a total pro. Not only did he not flinch at the camera — he actually had fun with it.

When I got in line, he greeted me with a firm handshake and even asked if he “passed the test.” I told him he passed with flying colors. He threw up a peace sign, flashed a big smile, and kept moving like it was nothing.

Before leaving, I complimented the man’s massive gold lion pendant — thing was the size of a half dollar. He laughed, joked about his shiny forehead, and told me to fix it in editing. That’s the kind of humor and professionalism that earns respect.

If every public employee handled things like Shaugn, I’d have nothing but “walks of honor” to upload.

Second Stop: Coral Springs Branch

Then it was on to the Coral Springs Branch, and for most of the visit? Same smooth energy. Customers waved, staff did their jobs, and I was literally about to thank everyone for being professional and head out the door.

And then… Frederick happened.

Out of nowhere, he decides he needs to “help me.” Spoiler: he didn’t.

He starts grilling me about what I’m doing, what the “purpose” is, and when I explain (again) that I make educational videos about the right to film in public, he hits me with: “You’re trolling.”

Excuse me? I was two seconds from leaving on a positive note, and now I’m being called a troll by the guy who just dragged me into an argument?

Frederick kept circling the same points — “you’re infringing on people’s privacy,” “this doesn’t make sense,” “if it makes people uncomfortable why do it?” — and every time I answered, he cut me off. Finally, as I wrapped it up, he turned to his coworker and repeated it: “He’s just a troll.”

So I gave him the title he earned. I told him straight up: “There’s always one bad apple. Today, Frederick, you’re the bad apple.” And I left.

It could have been a perfect stop. Instead, Frederick cemented himself as the sour note in an otherwise smooth visit.

Third Stop: Atlantic Boulevard Branch

And then came the Atlantic Boulevard Branch — where things went completely off the rails.

As soon as I walked in, I noticed something was missing: Poster 7. That poster is supposed to be displayed in every post office lobby, and it clearly spells out the public’s right to photograph. Its absence was a red flag.

So I struck up a conversation with Chuck, the clerk on duty. He was professional and friendly, even joked about being in a good mood since his shift was ending. When I asked him about Poster 7, he admitted he didn’t know where it was. I pointed out the empty space on the wall where it should have been, and then asked who the postmaster was and how I could reach them. Chuck suggested I call around, and that’s when Tiffany cut in.

Instead of helping me get in contact with the postmaster, Tiffany decided to make it personal. She said she didn’t want to be recorded, and the customer she was serving immediately jumped in, telling me not to film her either. That customer then pulled out her phone, started filming me, and threatened to call police.

Moments later, Tiffany herself disappeared into the back and called 911 — falsely claiming that I was “irate.” The 2 calls to WHINE-1-1 are below, have a listen and hear for yourself.

Police Arrive: Feelings Over Facts

When the doors swung open, in walked Deputies R. Rainey and D. Anderson from Coral Springs PD.

As they approached, I said into my mic: “The postal workers called armed men with guns over a citizen with a camera.” Because that’s exactly what happened.

Rainey told me the staff didn’t want me there and ordered me outside. I respectfully declined. Anderson doubled down. When I asked if I was facing arrest, they confirmed it would be trespass after warning if I stayed.

They carried themselves with confidence, acting like they were doing their jobs properly. Heads up, shoulders square, enforcing “order.” But what they were actually doing was trespassing a citizen from public property for exercising a First Amendment right.

In the moment, they walked away thinking they’d handled business. But the video shows the truth: they didn’t enforce the law — they enforced feelings. And that’s why their departure was, to anyone watching, a walk of shame.

Through a records request, I pulled both 911 calls. And they say everything.

Tiffany’s Call

She told dispatch there was a “disturbance,” called me “irate” (which the video proves was a lie), and demanded I be barred from the property. Then she admitted the only thing in my hand was a camera. Calm voice, measured tone — this wasn’t fear. It was an employee lying to 911.