The other day I'm in the post office in a line behind at least 20 people (and my post office is a little three-window situation) and it comes to mind that this could make for a blog entry, but then I realize that complaining about the post office in Italy has been done to death. I'm in the long line - the one for paying bills or picking up your pension - while the one window open to actually handle the sending of mail is empty. Just when I start to think to myself, "Well the girl just sitting there on her ass working behind the mail window could open up for some bill paying..." she calls out "Next in line." So things pick up quickly and the line of 20 people starts moving at a rapid clip and all is well in the post office. I look around and notice they are trying to spruce the place up and have even opened up a slick little PosteShop corner where they sell envelopes, boxes and gadgets, such as Poste Italiane banks for the kiddies. I'm starting to feel goodwill toward my local post office, when the old man in front of me turns and says "Sarà tedesca" (She must be German) and I respond "Mi scusi?" (Excuse me?).
"The girl working behind the mail window must be German. If she were Italian, she would have never opened up for bill paying and would have gone to the back to have a coffee!" he says.
I thought I had a bad attitude!
2 comments:
Ouch! But kudos to the Italian postal worker for thinking outside of the box (window). One Italian at a time.... ;)
Oh, how I loooove going to the post office!!!!!
And for some reason the mailman and the guy with the publicita (sp?) always love to ring my buzzer every morning to be let in.
Grrr...
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