The Cougar has landed!
Saturday morning I woke up by the sound of our Post Lady who came with a huge package! I jumped out of bed, only to discover that I had forgotten to get cash to pay the customs fee. So I had to wait. Of course, a couple that never ever visits decided that this morning was as good as any to change their ways, and I had to politely wait until the door closed behind them before I could drag my mum of to the shop. (I don´t drive, and the package was HUGE!)
When we got to the shop it was almost 11.30, and the shop lady that knows how to use the post terminal thingy was of to get the delivery of freshly baked bread from the boat (I live on an island, and the bread comes by boat every day...)... So, again, I had to wait, but this time with my big price in plain view... The excitement was killing me!!!! When she came back she had to place all the bread in the shelves, and I was biting my nails... Will I ever get my box???? One bread, two breads.... all the rolls.... argh, why can´t they (the customers) just go home and bake their own bread like normal people do??? (My granny always bake bread, getting shop bread is still a big deal at home....)
Well.... Hoers later... or so it seemed, all the bread was in place and it was my time to shine! She punched in the numbers, I got my mum to pay (I´ll pay her back, I promise, I just need to get my tax return...), and I was on my way out the door. And then, I needed to sign some papers... Always something in the way!! Luckily, one of the other customers in the shop carried the box out to the car so that I could sign the papers without loosing any precious time!!!
When we got to the shop it was almost 11.30, and the shop lady that knows how to use the post terminal thingy was of to get the delivery of freshly baked bread from the boat (I live on an island, and the bread comes by boat every day...)... So, again, I had to wait, but this time with my big price in plain view... The excitement was killing me!!!! When she came back she had to place all the bread in the shelves, and I was biting my nails... Will I ever get my box???? One bread, two breads.... all the rolls.... argh, why can´t they (the customers) just go home and bake their own bread like normal people do??? (My granny always bake bread, getting shop bread is still a big deal at home....)
Well.... Hoers later... or so it seemed, all the bread was in place and it was my time to shine! She punched in the numbers, I got my mum to pay (I´ll pay her back, I promise, I just need to get my tax return...), and I was on my way out the door. And then, I needed to sign some papers... Always something in the way!! Luckily, one of the other customers in the shop carried the box out to the car so that I could sign the papers without loosing any precious time!!!
Labels: The Cougar
3 Comments:
Love your story, Siri! You had me smiling. So glad your R2-D2 is in the house and talking away!!! Have FUN! :>
Siri I was chuckling at the story of the day your cougar landed! I'm still grinning now! Loved it!
It is a beautiful and entertaining blog!
Linda xx
Wow that is a machine and a half. Does it make the tea as well? Can't wait to see how it works. Kim
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