(Photo Credit: Jerusalem Post)
By The Daily Freier Staff
Last Updated 10/8/2015 at 5:30 PM
Tel Aviv, Basel: The workers at your neighborhood post office are pretty much on the same page in the belief that you haven’t done enough yet to earn the package of books, peanut butter, and Toms of Maine toothpaste that your mom sent you from America last month. The saga started last week when you received a notice in your mailbox that a package was waiting for you at the post office. When you went there to pick it up, things got interesting…
You (chipper and optimistic): Hi! I’m here to pick up a package waiting for me!
Employee (Motti?): What makes you think you have a package here?
You: (Holding up your notice with hope): Well I have this slip of paper, and I….
Motti: Oh, that could mean anything.
So Motti checked in the back and couldn’t find anything. But he told you to send a fax to the customs office at the airport. “Wait“, you’re saying. “A FAX? People still use faxes? Why? to send a message to 1992?”
Motti (deadpan): Welcome to Israel.
So you faxed the airport, and interestingly enough, got a fax back. No package at the airport. So you take your new fax back to the post office. Motti looks at the fax. Looks at you. Looks back at the fax, then walks into the back room. You’re not sure what he’s doing but he starts talking to the woman who usually works at the front counter. Your Hebrew sucks, but you’re picking up parts of it. One thing you picked up: This is NOT your day. So now the lady from the front desk (Rivka?) comes to talk to you.
Rivka (suspicious): So you’re Sharon Levy?
Rivka: But they sent the package to Sharon Levy. She lives in Rishon LeTziyon.
So now there is a nice lady in Rishon LeTziyon making peanut butter sandwiches and brushing her teeth in an environmentally conscious way.
You: But it’s MY package!
Rivka You both have the same name. You two should really work this out.
And you have to admit, she’s making some very good points.