Had to go to the Post Office at lunchtime to get the car tax renewed. Thought it would be better to do it at least a day before it is due to miss the rush, however the Post Office was packed so don't think I saved any time.
But...
... I was subjected to the wonders of local conversation by the old gentleman standing behind me. I was in the queue for about 15 minutes and he spoke one phrase over and over as he witnessed the length of the queue and the time it took to get to the counter.
'... 'kin hell'
That was it, over and over until he noticed there were only 3 chashiers working to which he added to this phrase...
'... 3 chashiers'
... then back to the previous one. Until someone else decided to work, and then he added...
'... 4 cashiers'
... the art of articulate speech isn't lost in Bletchley you know.
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Hmm. Sounds a lot like Buckingham post office.
Perhaps it's a North Bucks thing :p
And why do people who work in a post office always take their lunch at lunchtimes when they know it's going to be busy. Haven't the management heard of staggered lunch hours?
LOL Typical! Sorry to say though that it's the same all over. At least you were amused somewhat while waiting Big Guy. LOL
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