Just had to go and send something recorded delivery. Or was it registered? Fuck knows.
What a miserable, depressing place. After I'd roamed the streets of London Town for ages trying to find one that hadn't been shut down (the 2 nearest to the Slave Pits having recently taken the axe), one enters this drab, overheated, tatty shithole, peeling posters enticing the gullible with 'best value' travel insurance, a row of 'service' windows as far as the eye can see, all but one unmanned, and a queue that stretched twice round Aldwych and all the way to Nelson's Column.
Old biddies paying 'the electric'. Dossers collecting their pitiful stipend to squander on fags, cider and Sky Sports. And the occasional business type actually seeking to conclude a business transaction, forced to waste oceans of time waiting. Endlessly waiting.
I'd compare the experience to waiting in line to see an official about, I dunno, a permit to purchase bread in communist East Germany. Except I expect that the officials there, as a minimum, actually spoke intelligible German.
Saturday 7-Up
10 hours ago
oh, FFS. whine whine whine.
ReplyDeleteWhen there were too many post offices operating on every single block across the UK (with five postal workers serving one customer per hour) y'all moaned over the excessive waste of tax money and the constant increase in charges/prices.
Now you've got to wait a whopping 5 minutes instead of 30 seconds to be served.
Higher taxes or longer waiting. Pick a side and quit whining like an old woman.
Blimey O'Reilly: a serious comment on here?
ReplyDeleteHigher taxes? Fuck that. Longer waiting? Fuck that, too.
The answer? Privatisation.
Private v public post office?
ReplyDeleteIt's like having to choose between chlamydia and gonorrhoea.