The Post Office and I
Trip Start Sep 09, 2009
19Trip End Oct 07, 2009
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I was immediately intercepted by sdomeone I will call St. Lucille, who said, "Honey, what do you need?" She was one of the new lobby-greeters the PO has now. I explained the situation. She had me open the suitcase, right there in front of God and everybody, and shook her head. She thought outloud the best way to handle it--19 pounds of God knows what--produced a box, had me fill it, saw it was too small, produced a bigger one, taped it up, escorted me to a self-service counter, and weighed the damned thing. Shook her head at $43 price tag and told me to take out all the tea towels--which she pointed out to me were a lot less heavy that guidebook.s She ripped off the tape, I pulled out the teatowels, she produced yet another box, and had me fill it with just the printed matter.
A nearby clerk, watching me do this, called out, "What're you going to do with all that stuff when you get home?" Ha! Good question! "File it," I said. She shook her head and laughed.
Lucille taped up the box and carried it to the counter. I said, "I want to write a letter to your supervisor because you really helped me out today." She wrote down the info and her full name: Lucille Porter. Then another saint (possibly a sub-saint) named Theodora, a clerk, weighed and muttered, and offered me the opportunity to pay $77 to mail it to Berkeley in two days, or to pay $11.67, including insurance, to get it there in a week. I thanked her. I had her write her name down. The stress of it all triggered a hot flash and she turned on her own personal fan and directed it at me.
Got back to hotel and immediately wrote letter to their supervisor, commending their kindness and efficiency. And the practicality of having a fan.
This was the highlight of the day in a city with confusing angled avenues,muggy weather, and everyone but me wearing an important ID badge around their neck.