I sit here in the Italian post office. I have cards and a parcel or two to post. I do however have no idea how this place works. It's the second time I have been in an Italian post office and this only serves to confirm my initial findings. I appear to be the only one who has something to post. Everyone else either seems to have come for a social time or to do some sort of money exchange. The queue is non existent. The guy behind the till is working quickly. I have no idea what he is doing, but it takes an age to sort everyone out...about 10 mins per person. Whatever is going on in here, it all just seems woefully inefficient. People have money which they seem to be paying in, I feel like I should be holding a wodge of cash to try and blend in. I also feel that whenever I leave my chair to eventually be lucky enough to be served, that the guy will be surprised that I actually want to post something.
The guy being served now has been there for 10mins, no words have been exchanged between him and the bloke on the other side of the steel caging. At least everyone seems happy. I think some people are here just because it's warm.
The Italian post office.... Slow and seemingly a glorious waste of time!
I give up! Not got a clue. Still here an hour later. I don't understand!!!
****STOP PRESS****
I have been served. ..I only embarrassed myself when returning to my hire car and tried to get in the wrong side!
The amusing queue inside of flat capped men and track suited ladies was only topped by the amusing queue of Piaggio's outside! The vehicle of choice!
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