When I got to the post office the queue went right back to the front door, so I stood in the entrance. Only three, and then two, of six possible cashiers were on duty. It took me twenty-five minutes to get served. It wasn't entirely the cashiers' fault, as I estimate that eight out of ten customers was either a wanker, an imbecile or both. It was so painful that I thought my brain was about to give way. One stupid git spent fifteen minutes faffing round at the counter. Ouch. I'm going to buy some of the following product before I go to the post office again.
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