These things simply DO NOT happen at the Italian Post Office…to enter and find only a handful of people?? Unheard of!!!!
These post offices, are places of penance that make one wish they could trade with such trifles as childbirth, root canals or bamboo shoots driven into your fingernails…waterboarding wouldn’t even qualify for comparison; I compare them to Hades where only Jesus Resurrected can get you out of, Jazzy refers to them as Purgatory, as it is a place of suffering and sweating,
What a difference a day makes. Yesterday Jazzi and I went to the Flumini Post Office to buy stamps and mail three letters, (yes you do go to the P.O. to buy and mail letters here, other methods are not always reliable)! In true delicatessen style we took our little number, number 89, and with horror we realized that they were serving number 70! I suggested that we walk 50-100 yards to the veggie guy and come back, so maybe we would be closer to being served. Walked leisurely, came back…they were serving no.71!!! Jazzi and I looked at each other…smiled…and walked right out! By that time plan B looked very attractive, so we went to the Tabacchino, were on can buy anything from hard liquor to stamps…. IF THEY HAVE THEM!!!! Of course they did not have them, maybe in two days or so…
So today, since I had to visit that lovely place again to pay my electric bill (yes, you pay all kinds of bills at the P.O.)! We fortified ourselves with positive thoughts, tightened our belts and went through those dreaded doors to find…. a miracle we cried in chorus! Only a handful of people…we better enjoy it since I’m sure this is a Haley’s comet type event…
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