Two people ahead of me at Lewisham Delivery Office this morning
June 24, 2011
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At the right hand window: a woman. There was a parcel that had had a delivery attempt, but no card was left. ‘How do you know it’s here?’ asked the way-too-hostile-for-no-fathomable-reason Royal Mail worker. She knew because she’d called the company that sent it and the parcel had been tracked to the Delivery Office. She’d also called the Delivery Office and confirmed. So the guy stomped off to find her parcel. He found it. He held it at the other side of the window. He checked the woman’s ID. But he would not give it to her because she didn’t have a card. Apparently you need the card for these kind of tracked parcels. You know, the card that the postman didn’t leave.
At the left hand window: a young man of about 25. The only form of appropriate ID he possessed was a chequebook, but that was in the letter he was attempting to pick up. Why? Because that letter was from the Home Office, presumably granting him some official status after spending 10 years in the UK as a refugee. Which is why he didn’t have any of the other forms of ID (no passport, no birth certificate). However, if he brought his father down to the Delivery Office, who has the same name and some ID, Royal Mail would release the letter to him.