At the post office ...

Okay, let us not start with the old stuff, but with what happened to me today and was too weird not to post.

I went to the post office in order to pick up a package for Alex. While some post agencies in Germany are opened from 8:00am till 8:00pm, the ordinary post office over here stucks on opening hours from 9:00am till 5:00pm. And that is really great for those who have regular working hours … But Alex could send me as his agent – lucky guy, he is. After the temperatures have risen compared to yesterday, I changed my long-sleeved to a t-shirt, this one:

As a result, the guy after whom I lined up, greeted me by pointing at me saying “Matroshka!!!” – and I was too startled to answer anything else but “Yeah!” While the guy was already served, another woman lined up behind me, staring at the only application on my back and finally asking: “What kind of application is that?” – “Those are Russian dolls, so called Matroshkas.“ I replied. „Oh, they are pretty!“ the woman continued enthusingly and I explained the nested system of those dolls: “like an onion, you know”. And while it was my turn to be served know, the woman kept a look on her face like she now had something to seriously think about ...

However, I kept on talking with the mailwoman behind the counter because I bought two sheets of each 10ct and 5ct-stamps. Together with two “forever”-stamps it equals the postage for overseas – and a lot of different stamps on the envelope to look at. "But we have 105ct-stamps as well" the mailwoman nearly screamed - "but they start being boring while there is a wide variety of forever-stamps" I replied. "I had no idea our stamps are so much fun to look at" the mailwoman resigned.

Conclusion of today: Someone labeled me “talkative” unseen. And I dressed far too foreign or European – I might go back to what Steph has called “You look really Texan!” recently …