I had to go to the post office today. Not my favorite place to go to. But after an intensive study we have found the post office within 30 minutes drive radius were the line is usually no longer than the “reasonable” hour, hour and a half tops. We can print all the shipping labels at home, but I still got to see a post office person to mail an international package.
So armed with a few knitting projects, I took my place in line. There are six windows at the post office. Only two of them are open – and one of those is processing a passport application. After the usual wait I shoved my bunch of padded envelopes through the window, the lady did her thing and I was out of there. But not for long. I stopped to look at the receipt. The last item on the list was… Portugal. PORTUGAL?! I did not send anything to Portugal. I was sending my markers to POLAND!
OK, back to the Post Office, back to the window, people in line want to know who do I think I am. I smile. Say “excuse me”. Finally, the lady is done with her customer. I come up and point out that she made a mistake. It is not Portugal, it is Poland. She looks at me – totally glassy-eyed. “What’s the difference”. OK, I have to admit – both countries on the same continent… But they are still different countries. After some insistence from me and some more grumbling from the postal lady she has agreed to redo the package.
And I thought I was bad at geography…