I prepared a package to send home for Christmas full of gifts for my family and close friends. I wrapped everything up with little tags and puffy bows and packed it carefully in a box to protect the contents.
Step two was to actually mail the box. Armed with a list of the contents and extra packing tape Josh and I braved the post office. (I say braved because I find it incredibly intimidating, while Josh seems more indifferent to it.) Our first step in the door we´re met by the security guard waving his metal detecting wand over our box and sending us to a specific line in the back of the building.
We give the clerks the box and the list of contents (which I am dutifully trying to translate to avoid cutting the box open).
They cut the box open and have us spread the contents across the counter. They are pretty annoyed that everything is wrapped and look at us like we´re trying to make their day worse maliciously. Piece by piece I tell them what is in every package and periodically the man pokes a hole in the wrapping and warns me (translated by a very helpful godsend of a woman next to us) that if anything breaks the post office is not responsible. He then crams everything back into the box, literally crams it, and then quickly tapes the top shut. The box is now sort of domed shaped and he tests the integrity of his taping by jabbing the box to see if it will pop open.
We´re then told (thank you again translating woman) that we can´t mail the box unwrapped. She takes us next door to buy brown craft paper which the clerk then haphazardly wraps around the box, mostly covering it, and then wildly tapes it all over to secure the paper (more or less) to the box.
The package now looks like a suspicious, third world, maybe-it´s-a-bomb type of package wrapped in many feet of yellow post office brand packing tape.
To top it off, it cost over 100 ytl to ship this 4k box.
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