Post Office blues

Right, I’m in a bit of a foul mood as I type, because I biked down to the Post Office in our town and it wasn’t yet open… And what time does it open to ‘serve’ (and I use that in the loosest sense of the word) the general public? 11 am!

Now I should, of course, be grateful that we actually have a Post Office here in our town. They’re closing them down all over the country because there isn’t so much ‘over the counter’ business for them these days. Yet everytime I go to the Post Office I have to pack a big bag with extra patience to endure the neverending queue.

Last Christmas (insert a bit of Wham here) the other 40 plus customers and I had a ball of a time joking about the wait. It was seriously verging on the ridiculous. Someone offered to go and get us all coffees, someone suggested bringing in benches from the street and we even debated trying to make some money out of our misery by selling our ‘wait’ numbers to the highest bidder… I suppose you might compare it to that ‘all in the same boat’ wartime mentality.

In the end I got my parcel (which the Post Office hadn’t even attempted to deliver to our house…) on my second visit to the post office because they couldn’t (you knew this was coming, didn’t you?) locate it the first time ๐Ÿ˜‰

Anyway, it’s taken me 20 minutes to write this post and I really should be getting back down to the Post Office again. So I’m going out and, in the infamous words of Captain Oates, I may be some time… ๐Ÿ™‚