Royal Mail?
I missed the delivery of a package the other day. Isn’t that always what happens? You’re home all day, but you step out for 30 minutes and that’s when they show up. When I first saw the red missed delivery slip on the floor, I was excited. I’m always excited to get a package in the mail. Then I realized the package wasn’t really for me. It was medication for someone else in the house that I ordered. Not so exciting.
Anyway, I had to go to the central post office to pick up my undelivered package. It was a pretty dreary day and I wasn’t feeling too great. We drove down the same tiny stretch of road three times trying to find the entrance to the post office. When I finally spotted the sign I cheered up. “This is going to be interesting,” I thought.
A spray painted sign on the horrible looking fence is never a good start. When I think of the post office I think of a friendly looking building with a mailbox out front.
This is what you see as you turn into the entrance. “What is this a used car lot?” I asked my husband. You’re probably thinking this really isn’t bad. Just wait.
These crazy metal containers are lining the entire drive. What the heck are these?! I could imagine that at one time these containers weren’t rusty and had lovely green shrubs growing out of them. I have an excellent imagination.
This is the post office with the lovely red Royal Mail sign above the door behind what appears to be a garbage dump. Check out the barb wire. Is this really the image Royal Mail wants to put out there? I was scared to pick up my package from that place. Who knows what kind of hoodlum would jump out and mug me while I’m casually walking out of the post office with my package.
