I went to the shop to buy stamps today. A couple of years ago,
Sweden decided to eliminate post offices, and have something like a post department in as many big stores as possible instead. Me, who usually
don’t buy stamps myself, foolishly thought you could buy stamps in this
post department. It seemed to be the most reasonably solution to me, but
NO. You have to buy them at the checkout. The queue was really long and
to stand there empty handed, and then ask for stamps, when people with
overflowing baskets and carts were waiting… I couldn’t do that.
You know what I did instead? I walked further into the store to look
for cheap things to buy, and then casually ask for stamps. Now you may
wonder what I found. Ballpoint pens.
Ballpoint pens. TEN BALLPOINT PENS. I felt like an idiot when I stood there between a man carrying not only one basket, but two
(why not use a cart?) and a woman with a screaming baby, with nothing but a letter and a package of ten ballpoint pens in my hand.
I think the cashier gave me normal stamps instead of those you use to send letters to foreign countries…
If you can’t buy stamps without having to spend money on something
else as well, you are not compatible with other human beings. Just
saying.
Det var sjukt awkward.
