Don't Talk Postman Pat Talk to Me, Mumma

Trip Start Apr 18, 2007
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Trip End Jun 29, 2007


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Sunday, May 13, 2007

Today would have not been sufficiently newsworthy of an entry had I not had to post a parcel or three. Just planned a bit more window shopping...
THAT WAS UNTIL I SPENT FOUR HOURS AT TWO DIFFERENT POST OFFICES TRYING TO POST SOME PARCELS HOME!
One man behind the counter, two others doing nothing, queue out the door and me trying to buy boxes and stamp. Queued once for the boxes. Was corrected by roaming lady about technique and told I needed to buy packing tape. Kindly lady in the queue (who had finished a Sudoku while waiting) offered to buy it for me. Packed two boxes, completed two varieties of every Customs, Registered and Insurance form possible, rejoined queue. Lady behind counter (change of shift by now) told me I had put my "TO"s and "FROM"s in the wrong spots - WELL, WHY DON'T THEY PRINT THE SPOTS ON THE BOXES LIKE THAT?! - and wouldn't lend me her pen to change it. Seems the US has $300 billion to spend on wars but can't supply it's USPS staff with biros.

Anyone sensing my anger and frustration here?

I paid for one package which could be changed easily then headed into town, Box 2 under my arm, for a rendez-vous with Liz via the GPO. Open 24/7. Thought it might be bigger and faster. Ha!
Six windows open, six times the queues. Two policemen on duty, cleaners, but merchandise shop closed. Back in the next queue. By now, I had perfected the 'New York Attitude'.
I told Daisy at the window I was not queueing again for no-one once my box was labelled, and I was a comin' straight back to her for immediate attention, see?

Her window was shut when I got there.

Well this mumma walked straight passed all those arguing in the lines to the most distant window and barged in. I told that lady what Daisy had said and I was going near no queue again, you see. Now, how much my parcel costing?

Four hours from whoa to go.
Ready to kill.
Sure I bowled at least three people over as I barged down the streets, elbows out, steam rising from nostrils.
Snatched lip glosses from every Maybelline tout who confronted me in Times Square. Used them as weapons against all ticket touts.
One hour late meeting Liz - lucky her queue for Broadway tickets had stretched three blocks.

Will never, ever complain about the Elsternwick Post Office again.

Happy Mothers Day everyone.
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