the mailroom

Today I went to mail our Christmas packages. This involved taking all of our boxes, which I had dutifully (and with some amount of obsessive compulsiveness) packaged and wrapped and labeled and categorized, to the consulate mailroom.

I arrived there with my own packing tape, scissors, brown wrapping paper, and Sharpie pen. The Guys In The Mailroom were shocked (taken aback, even) and told me quite seriously that it was their job to supply such things.

I giggled and said that I had been in India long enough to know that I should carry everything that I could possibly need on my person at all times. To prove this statement, I showed them the corkscrew that I carry in my purse.

They then gave me chai tea and let me hang out with them in the basement until Chris got off of work. They even let me play with the postage meter.