Our doorbell is broken so we missed a package yesterday and the postal service left a note saying we would need to come pick it up at the office the next day. This wasn’t in my plans for today but I needed to mail something to the US anyway so I drummed up the courage and went for it.
There’s an incredible website here, www.gothere.sg, which tells you how to get somewhere either by bus, MRT, taxi or car and how much and how long each will cost. I chose the bus. The gothere direction took me a way I didn’t recognize but I headed out anyway. I decided to ask the gate guard at our complex if he had a better idea. He did and that was better!
I got to the post office and the line (queue) was really long. It felt like home only I was the only American in the place. All were Asian or Indian. That didn’t bother me at all.
A lady walked in behind me, cut and smiled on her way out after taking care of her business and and the lady next in line was furious! She got the rest of the crowd to back her up and she was going a little postal. I really wanted to laugh out loud and felt sorry for the post office employee. She let her have it in her Senglish accent.
If that wasn’t enough, there happened to be a guy in front of me in the queue who left without me noticing cause I was paying attention the fit lady. An obviously drunk guy tapped on my backpack and told me to move up. All 6 inches… It made a huge difference.
THEN! He cut in line to that same employee and slapped his $10 bill on the counter and started demanding service. She said he would have to queue up and stood her ground. He began to beat on the counter and loudly state that he was going to fall and she would be responsible for his injuries. All of this was in his drunken drawl. I really was so amused I had a hard time holding it in. No one else seemed impressed. My sick sense of humor I guess. I couldn’t believe I was standing in a Singapore post office getting such a show. It was well worth the effort in getting there.
He did “fall”, which consisted more of a sitting down slowly, and began beating on the floor. Mothers covered their children’s eyes and a few people walked out. Works for me, the line was shorter. The employee finally said “I surrender.” and began helping him. She was kind of laughing too. He was obviously harmless, skinny as a tooth pick, wearing shorts and a t shirt so he couldn’t have had a weapon or anything. I was not scared at all. I totally could have taken him!
He got his $10 whatever and drunk talked his way out the door. I picked up our package and mailed a package (Happy Birthday, Mom!) and got quite a show. Not a bad way to spend a couple of hours in Singapore, I’d say.
I did get on the wrong bus coming back, 92 is apparently different than 92B just in case you ever need that info, and took a little detour but managed to get home fine.
I’ve always dreaded going to the post office in the US. So inconvenient and an all-around necessary evil. But I think I’m going to try to mail something to someone else every week just for fun. Anyone want anything from Singapore???