Going postal.

[kindigo]

I talked to Mom last night about the certain level of 'let it go' you need while in another country in life. You can't always ask 'Why' because sometimes there isn't an answer. Because I didn't get a satisfactory one, this is my reason for postal package deposits:

Me: *goes to the post office to pick up package* Hello, I have this slip of paper telling me I have a package here?
Postal Worker: Ah yes. Passport?
Me: *shows passport copy*
Postal Worker: I see that the name on the slip matches the name on the passport.
Me: Yes...yes it does.
Postal Worker: *scrutinizes passport copy* *Scrutinizes me*
Me: Uhhh...
Postal Worker: And I see that you look like the person in this picture.
Me: Well....yes....
Postal Worker: *gets the box from the back* I see that the name on the box matches the name on the slip.
Me: I see that you have eyes in your head.
Postal Worker: And I imagine that must all mean that this box is yours.
Me: Yes, it has my name on it, and that name belongs to me. As does the package.
Postal Worker: Great, okay, here's your box.
Me: Great, thanks! *goes to take it*
Postal Worker: No, no, you need to pay 12.72€ before I can give you this box that is obviously yours.
Me: ...But why?
Postal Worker: Because. 12.72€ please.
Me: *not letting this go* But....why do I have to pay for it when I haven't for any other box?
Postal Worker: The post office didn't hold any of your other boxes. 12.72€ please.
Me: Then why did they hold this one?
Postal Worker: Because it was the precious we couldn't find your house. 12.72€ please.
Me: Buh. But why do I have to pay for you holding it when you were supposed to drop it at the house?
Postal Worker: Because we had to hold it.
Me: ?
Postal Worker: And I had to, like, make shelf space for it. And then I had to like, put it on the shelf. And then I had to look at it. All night long.
Me: Sorry, next time I'll be sure it's gift wrapped in pretty floral paper.
Postal Worker: Not what I meant. I meant I had to look at it all night long, and not open it.
Me: Right. I don't have 12€ on me.
Postal Worker: Go away. *hides box* My precioussss....
Me: *leaves*
Postal Worker: And I don't like floral!



I have so much other stuff I should be doing, but here I am. On eljay. Eljay sucks my soooouuul.

In other news, this company from Great Britain called White Horse put on a play at our school today. In English, yay. It was called Relatively Speaking, and if you can find a script for it, please do so, it's hysterical.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Lmfao. OMGIloveyou. You're amazing.

[kindigo.livejournal.com]

Thank you, I guess...?

If you think I don't know who you are, I...well, damnit. *makes vaguely threatening gestures*

[dontforgetme.livejournal.com]

So, you didn't get your package?

[kindigo.livejournal.com]

Not yet, but.....*plots*

[lyorn.livejournal.com]

Can you send them the notification card (yellow? orange?) back and tell them to deliver it to you again at a set time? (They probably won't deliver it at the set time, so someone [need not be you, usually] needs to be home to collect it.) To the best of my recollection that can't be more expensive than getting it yourself, and might even be free.

Are you sure that the extra charge was not customs or something?

[lyorn.livejournal.com]

Gah, post office. I'm sure they have a quota for insane OCD nitpickers who missed the clue train.

Some years ago I tried to send the rulebook of a science fiction role playing game to a friend. As a letter. And got into a completely surreal debate with the post office worker that I couldn't send this as a book (which is cheaper, but what I hadn't planned to do either way), because there were adverts in it. Not adverts for other products from the same company, as you might think. No, adverts for holidays on Mars!

[kindigo.livejournal.com]

I would have photocopied the Mars-Holiday advert and pasted it to her forehead, because she obviously needed to return to her home planet. How did that turn out?

There must be some sort of Psychotic-Quota that post offices are required to meet, honestly.

[lyorn.livejournal.com]

How did that turn out?

I offered to pay for his holiday on Mars if he could find the company selling it, he looked at me as if I was speaking Etruscan, and I rolled my eyes and said that I wanted to send the darned thing as a letter and could he just put the stamps on it and shut up, what he did.

Then I spread the tale all over Usenet.

[blame-my-muses.livejournal.com]

In Taiwan, the problem is banks. They ALL refuse to cash my bloody Traveller's Cheques. (Checks? Does it even matter, at this point??) ALL OF THEM. I have nearly 200 USD in Visa T.C.s, and they won't cash 'em for me!!!!!

...and I really, really want to buy an external hard drive for my laptop...not enough space for any more downloads.... *shifty eyes*