More Adventures at the Post Office

I do try and pay attention. I do try and learn from my mistakes. I do try and benefit from my experiences. So, earlier this week, when I went back to the local Post Office to collect a parcel, I headed straight for the ticket machine. I printed up two tickets for myself: one forĀ general services, and one for package collection. Easy!

If this doesn’t make much sense to you, check out the background in my previous post.

OK. So now I am ready.

I have my little red notice telling me there is a parcel to collect. And I have two tickets for the queuing system. What could go wrong?

The ticket machine was working fine. Unfortunately, the queuing system wasn’t. They hadn’t even turned on the screens. There were no numbers being announced. It was first come, first served. (Or, as close to that as any queue in Israel can be.) Taking the tickets had cost me a few places in the queue. Aaargh! I suppose it could have been worse. At least I got to collect my parcel. Did I ever tell you about the time I collected somebody else’s parcel, by mistake?

Ah, the Israeli Post Office. Where East meets West, and neither seems to know what the other is doing…