What is great with the Post Office is its ability to strike locally for everything and anything. Inevitably it irritates when we go there and only two branches are open on the 6th, when it amuses you are told there is a strike notice in the office every Monday since April!
Then suddenly, when you enter one of these famous Monday in the office, it makes this:
"Hello, there is a strike Today, you come for? For withdrawals and recommended there is a counter at the bottom or you must wait at least 30 minutes. "
I said to all intents and purposes as strike or not, the wait is often 30 minutes so it does not discourage that rarely Jean Dupont queue attenteur professional, we're at the Post Office.
Then comes THE woman. While undermined, his eyes resolutely turned towards the future, knowing before the end of the evening she will go to the hairdresser, the manicurist, the chiropractor because her man has taken as a beast last night and in addition must pass "Chez Paul" because friends go tonight and she knows how to entertain.
From the entrance, it passes behind the queue and is about to join the famous window of the bottom where 4 people already waiting. Note that this queue is the traditional file when everything works. The gentleman who made the movement calls the "Madame, Madame! Where are you? Ago strike today
- Already you will not attack me like that when I arrive and I'm going to stop!
- I do not mind it there is a strike. You need you to put behind them.
- No, I'm going there.
- But it's closed there
- And these people, what they expect then?
- And these people, what they expect then?
- As you wish ma'am. "
The madam joins the 4 people in straddling the velvet rope red bar access to the famous queue, which normally is open. It would make him put a flea in his ear, but nevermind. She gets so into the queue and starts to grumble. The man approached her because he "does not." She also told him dry "I told you, what you meddle? You work for the Post Office or what?"
Hilarity in 2 queues. Meanwhile, a teller told a client to see the problem directly with the agency direteur pointing the finger ... the gentleman usher.
And of course, once the lady arrived at the counter withdrawals, he noted that it is not in the right lane and we told him just now . Therefore obliged to repeat the tail in the space provided.
For once, I am amused at the post office. It was even more amused the teller to free my 11 packages because the automatic postage meter did not accept credit cards ^ ^.
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