I'll tell you what mate.
When i went to the post office (in the village coop store) I said to the woman.
"I have a parcel to send but i've left it in the car because its so big."
She pulled the face and said "What does it weigh?" i said around 15 kg
She snapped at me and said " We will need an accurate weight or we wont be able to help you."
I'm thinking here we go just what I need a snotty postmistress.
My thinking was they'd have a decent sized scales out back and i wouldnt have to carry this hefty bundle down the narrow isles right past all the shoppers
I didnt think it would fit on the tiddly scales either.
You should have seen her face when i came round the corner with it.
I nearly knocked all the brochures, card machine and pens and shit off the counter.
After much questioning and looking up on the paperwork. She agreed to send it.
She said "I'll need a young postman to get a trolley and fetch it."
She dissapeared after a young postman went past the counter to the back of the shop but oooooh bad luck he was too busy to do it so she had to. Shame.
I was dead chuffed, she couldnt really refuse to send it for any reason.
I wondered if she'd go all health and safety on me when she saw it was insulation. It made my day.
