GS_Dirtboy
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This falls under the category WTFYCBS! (the last four are; You Can't Be Serious)
A couple of weeks ago a notice arrived from Correo Argentino that I needed to present myself at the local post office. Apparently, something came in the mail and whatever it was needed a signature. So, I go to the post office and they tell me that I have a package to pick up at Retiro. My first question was, "Why didn't the notice say I needed to go directly to Retiro?" But, why waste time asking questions that only get a stupid look in return?
Hmmm... I wasn't expecting a package. I have stopped ordering things online when I determined it was cheaper and less of a PIA to fly to Miami, buy there whatever it was I needed, and then fly back home with it. What can it be?
I travel to Retiro and wait for 40 minutes just to get into the building. Once inside my notice was stamped and I was directed to the cashier line. This took another 40 minutes. While waiting I went through all of the possibilities of what this could be - a case of Dr. Pepper, a gallon of real Canadian maple syrup, 5 pounds of smoked bacon, Krispy Kreme donuts, a box of one hundred Dollar bills ...
After paying my A$R25 I take my seat. This wait was much shorter - only 28 minutes. My number is called and I am directed behind the partition with apt anticipation - looking much like Mr. Bean. At the counter the woman takes my ticket and pulls out a small, padded envelope. Huh? That doesn't look like Dr. Pepper. She asks me what it is. Gee, I have no idea ... what is the return address? It is from my mother. We open it and it is 2 birthday cards - one for me and one for my daughter. Our birthdays were in February. I look at the date it was post marked. January 28th.
Mr. Bean quickly turned into Jack Nicholson. 4 hours, A$R25, and 4 months to get two f*cking birthday cards to me! I started yelling (yes, in Spanish). What a freaking joke! Que absurdo! Son idiotas! I am seriously surprised the police were not called. I took my greeting cards, signed the list, and left.
My advice to my Argentine friends: We know that service here in Argentina isn't the greatest, but you guys really need to raise your expectations demand more from your government.
Respectfully,
GS
A couple of weeks ago a notice arrived from Correo Argentino that I needed to present myself at the local post office. Apparently, something came in the mail and whatever it was needed a signature. So, I go to the post office and they tell me that I have a package to pick up at Retiro. My first question was, "Why didn't the notice say I needed to go directly to Retiro?" But, why waste time asking questions that only get a stupid look in return?
Hmmm... I wasn't expecting a package. I have stopped ordering things online when I determined it was cheaper and less of a PIA to fly to Miami, buy there whatever it was I needed, and then fly back home with it. What can it be?
I travel to Retiro and wait for 40 minutes just to get into the building. Once inside my notice was stamped and I was directed to the cashier line. This took another 40 minutes. While waiting I went through all of the possibilities of what this could be - a case of Dr. Pepper, a gallon of real Canadian maple syrup, 5 pounds of smoked bacon, Krispy Kreme donuts, a box of one hundred Dollar bills ...
After paying my A$R25 I take my seat. This wait was much shorter - only 28 minutes. My number is called and I am directed behind the partition with apt anticipation - looking much like Mr. Bean. At the counter the woman takes my ticket and pulls out a small, padded envelope. Huh? That doesn't look like Dr. Pepper. She asks me what it is. Gee, I have no idea ... what is the return address? It is from my mother. We open it and it is 2 birthday cards - one for me and one for my daughter. Our birthdays were in February. I look at the date it was post marked. January 28th.
Mr. Bean quickly turned into Jack Nicholson. 4 hours, A$R25, and 4 months to get two f*cking birthday cards to me! I started yelling (yes, in Spanish). What a freaking joke! Que absurdo! Son idiotas! I am seriously surprised the police were not called. I took my greeting cards, signed the list, and left.
My advice to my Argentine friends: We know that service here in Argentina isn't the greatest, but you guys really need to raise your expectations demand more from your government.
Respectfully,
GS
