Well, it's always nice receiving something from abroad. Specially when it reaches you. I guess in Lebanon we end up finding a value for everything for the sole reason that, at least, it is happening.
I took the notification notice, and went down to get the package. I entered the Libanpost office and here you go: Lebanon represented in a 2 by 5 meter long waiting room. 27 different queues for 3 operators, people passing in between your legs to reach the counter, a couple lighting up some cigarettes in your face... and do not dare to even dare to dare to ask: I'm sorry, how can i know when my turn is up?
The girl behind the counter, backed by the supreme supervisor would answer back: "Just wait in line, can't you see we're doing our job?".
Of course i'm not amazed. When i decided to return to Lebanon, i knew i will be sacrificing the effectiveness of the western world and the courtesy of the western people for the fresh Labneh plate and for my mom's orange juice... but this Libanpost (Byblos Branch) is a private company, supposedly respectful (not to mention how much they are gaining since they do everything from sending a mail to every single government paperwork). The least they can do is to buy a machine and installing a numbering system. Like this people would go in, get a ticket and wait for their number without any physical nor emotional harassment.
I hope that the next time i receive a package i will be present so that i do not find a notice and find myself in that 2 by 5 meter room that incarnates everything i despise.
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