Today’s adventure takes us to the local post office.
We received a notice in the mail that our new SIM cards for our phone had arrived. We got our passports and the package slip and headed to the post office.
Upon arrival at the post office, there is a machine with NINE options:
Only one ticket may be selected. It's like Highlander, without the immortality. |
The option selected determines the line to be in. We think.
We were Klient 523 |
At this particular post office, no choices are in English, as expected. We are living in a foreign country after all. No problem, we will just go to Google Translate on our phones. No, no we won’t. The whole point of us being at the post office was to pick up the new SIM cards for the phones. Most every cellular plan here is prepaid and ours had run out.
So we ran into the proverbial catch-22. We needed to push the right button to get the SIM cards and we needed the SIM cards to know what the signs said in order to push the right button. We stared nervously at the nine options, realizing that a wrong choice might send us to a stamp purchasing line and not the parcel pick up line. Or maybe even some mystery line, with some sinister purpose such as paying for internet.
Which line is it anyway? |
The tension began to mount as no one looked on and no one cared. A little old lady entered. She walked directly to the machine we were standing in front of and confidently pushed the button. It’s not a challenge if you can read the words, lady.
We decided to go for it. My gut told me it was option one, so naturally we went with a different option. The result?
We got the SIM cards! Another small achievement unlocked!
How can one fit in the box and not the other? |
When we got home we checked the mail box. We found a sale paper inside that was larger than the SIM card packaging. We began to wonder if this was all just a test to see if we could victoriously navigate the postal system here. Probably not, but if it was, we passed.
No blog next week! We will be on fall holiday!