On the way to work this morning I went into the Post Office to pick up a xmas care package from my family. Well....you'd have think I'd asked for the Holy Grail. Took them forever to find it, so long that I thought I'd been forgotten. Meanwhile I get to ejoy the ambience & friendliness of the place. Nonsense rules followed in letter not spirit, grumpy, pidgin english shouting tellers, perspex in front of every teller & a parcel cubby hole where your side only opens when they have firmly closed theirs - what do they think people will do!? The security is hysterical as I have passed more than one trolley full of parcels unattended in the street.
When I posted a parcel home earlier in the week, it took ages & was horrible. I had wrapped it up in brown paper, then clearly on white tape addressed it. All very strong & plain. Apparently it was no good. I knew this 'cos the chick kept shouting at me "tape-no-good, tape-no-good, need-box, you-need-buy-box". It seems the US postal service have a box selling racket going on, as I, and everyone else I saw, had to purchase a box (that I noted was emblazoned with US posts logo etc) and tape (also be-logoed) because our packaging wasn't a plain enough box for them. This delightful exchange taking place over a good half an hour.
Oh NZ Post, I forgive you everything!!!
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