I've just come back from the post office where I was busy posting two parcels to friends in the USA. I wandered down there just with cash, without my purse, and it was only after I'd filled out various forms in quintuplicate that the nice post office man reminded me he'd need to see some id before my parcels could be posted. Thank you, Osama! My heart sank but then I remembered I had my work id in my pocket, which sufficed for proving to the authorities that I (apparently) don't pose a threat to western civilization. As I handed it over the postie made my heart thrill when he said, "Yes, you need to take id everywhere now that we're living in a police state."
A comrade!
I wanted to say, "Friend, Australia has been a police state for the last fifty years" - but who am I to dampen a sunny mood??
Besides, you never know who is listening.
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