I always push my addiction to goldfish and candy corn out of my mind. However, when my parents spontaneously decide to send me a “care” package, I become overjoyed and indulge myself. Yesterday evening I received a note which stated that I had to pick up a package at the post office, and so today I went on an adventure. There was a lot of confusion, and the glass barrier between the postal worker and me didn’t help, but eventually I figured out that I had to get a form from him, walk to another area in the post office and pay the small tax/fee/duty for my package, get my receipt stamped by another woman, and then go back to the first man and show him my stamped receipt. It was remarkably indirect and I was thoroughly befuddled. However, I worked my way through and the package was absolutely worth it. Thank you, Mommy and Daddy!
Package from Home