I only wanted a stamp

Following the guilt trip I had been enjoying since telling you all about the conversation with my mother last week, I did something nice.  I took the time to print off some family photos for her that I had taken during the Christmas holidays.  I had to do this as old people do not use computers and the Internet, so sending her a link to Flickr was pointless.

There were about twenty photos in total, with family members in varying states of inebriation.  I knew she would like them.

Unfortunately, I had to visit the Post Office as I had no idea how much it would cost to send them since the Post Office changed their rules so that anything more than a sheet of rice paper requires two first class stamps.

I waited my turn in the queue and was finally dealt with by a chipper gentleman who seemed a bit too happy about the fact that he was behind a post office counter on a Friday afternoon.

“That’ll be £1.10.” he told me after weighing the photos and including the envelope I had purchased in order to post them.

I handed over some money and waited for my change.  He mumbled something at me as I picked up the shrapnel he had passed to me under the bullet proof glass.

“I’m sorry?” I queried.

“I said, can I interest you in credit card?” he repeated.

I didn’t know how to respond. I have heard of post office workers raiding personal mail in order to get hold of credit cards and spend on them before they are listed as missing, but it was a bit brazen of him to offer one to me.  I only wanted a stamp.

“I’m not sure I understand.”

“Would you like a credit card.  From us here.  We have some good deals.”

Ah.  It was a legitimate business offer.  This made a bit more sense.  I did not want a credit card as it happened, but I found it strange that in these times of crunchy credit, people are finding it extremely difficult to borrow money from a traditional source of cash; the banks.  And yet here, in a place I least expected it, at the Post Office, they could not give me some almost-but-not-quite-free money fast enough.

Is the solution to all our problems really as simple as getting the Post Office to lend money to the banks?

5 comments

  1. Keef · February 16, 2009

    No the solution to the Banking crisis is much more straightforward and involves the bankers themselves, ordinary citizens, some rope and some torches and pitchforks, buckets of tar and feathers optional.
    How old are your parents then? Mine are both in their seventies and have took to the digital age like a duck to water even if my mother has been forced to confiscate my father’s credit card to stop him buying any more crap off E-Bay

  2. Cliff · February 16, 2009

    It’s the slightly thicker end of the wedge!

    Sure, they lend you money now, but then they get into trouble and have to go into state ownership. No, hang on.

  3. Equine Pimp · February 16, 2009

    Keef – you mean if we hunt down the bankers that caused the problems and tar and feather them everyone will have money again?

    Me thinks your solution may make people feel better about it but won’t necessarily solve it.

    However, as it is damn sight more fun than what is being proposed – I’m in!

    Worst case scenario – it doesn’t work but at least we tried. There would also be the benefit of hours of You Tube footage.

  4. GrumpyB · February 16, 2009

    * Note to self *

    Buy options in tar and feathers. Sure fire winner. Panic buying and stock piling inevitable.

  5. Megan · February 16, 2009

    Note 1: Tar is likely terribly bad for the environment. Look into non-toxic alternatives. I hear mollusks are quite sticky.

    Note 2: PETA will accuse you of something dire if you use real feathers. Consider trip to nature park to discover animal-friendly choices. For example, last time I was in the mountains I saw large clumps of fur scattered about the landscape which was clearly left as a donation by a public spirited jack-rabbit.

    Note 3: fortunately no one will make any fuss about the bankers.