I've had one of those weeks when whatever stands for 'red tape' in Tenerife has really made me lose my temper.
First on the list was to collect a parcel from the Post Office. The queue, as per normal, was out in the street and I resigned myself to a wait of around an hour or so. Not such a problem as I haven't much to do but the stupidity and bad management just makes my blood boil.
It's only open for a couple of hours during the morning with one dippy bloke in charge. As well as tending to the waiting folk it appears that he has to sort out all the mail to go on the post van. The Canarians don't do waiting as well as the English do, so there is quite a bit of shuffling to push into the front.........I stood my ground whilst matey stamped all his letters and sent them off to the lorry.
At last, there I was at the front and off he went to look for my package, holding on to my delivery note and my passport. The tall, young blonde behind me managed to attract his attention along the way. I wonder why? I also wonder how she managed to get her parcel and flounce out while I had to fill in a form, sign my name and give my passport number! I was still waiting to buy some stamps when he started to serve the next poor soul in the line and that was when I really lost it and shouted "Senor..........cinco sellos para Inglaterra, por favor".........!!
'im indoors told me to wind my neck in but I fumed all the way to the bank. Happen that can wait for another day!
My parcel was worth the wait. Mark, Katie and Tully sent me dvd's for my birthday. Thank you xxx
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