I've just had the oddest experience.I collected a parcel from a friend and took it to the post office to have it posted. There were only two cashiers out of six on duty. There was the usual motley collection of the great unwashed in the queue. Having queued for over a quarter of an hour, the cashier asked me what was in the parcel, to which I replied that I didn't know. The cashier refused to take the parcel, saying that they were no longer allowed to accept a parcel unless the sender can tell them its contents. Then I walked all the way back with the parcel that I'd walked all the way there with. I was not a happy man. Weird, but that's 'normal' behaviour for you, possibly. How is one supposed to preserve one's sanity, when one is surrounded by cunts and/or rank stupidity?
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