Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality
– from Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen
The post office counter person headed to a local shop for milk and cake while I was addressing three envelopes sold to me to save 40% on postage. I appreciated the recommendation but it cost me 20 minutes extra parking because that’s how long it took.
It’s wonderful to be able to send presents to grandkids we can’t meet. We wrapped them in suitable paper to celebrate six and seven year birthdays. We put them in padded envelopes and addressed them to the children. Almost 10 euro each to post due to their weight, it turned that out there was a special offer for 5.40 for anything less than a kilo. Big yellow envelopes. Big yellow plastic envelopes.
So the presents were wrapped again and sent despite the profligate environmental cost of three wrappings. All because it because it kept 15 euro in my pocket, enough to send three more next week for Easter.
I was mindful of matryoshka or babushka dolls that nest one inside the other. Or the many-layered surprises in the pass-the-parcel parlour games though such sharing is not so appropriate for a sixth seventh birthday.
In truth, I was appalled by the post office clerk. And just as annoyed by a second who declined to assist me knowing that I was waiting on a the return of the afternoon-tea gathering colleague.
I’m lucky to have such trivial problems in a pandemic.