Bureaucracy And Mrs P

So. As many these days we stood in line, waiting.
Call it German bureaucracy or Mrs P is everywhere, we had to wait.

Mrs P.... She was very beautiful when she was young, I guess. She was a secretary at Volkswagen.

I was a tiny external at Volkswagen working for CGS, which my contact person, why ever spells in English. Huh? Why?

Anyhows, Mrs P, now aged and not so beautiful anymore - some people add beauty with age, she did not - asked me daily, nearly daily what her password was, she cannot log in.
I think she was dumb but not that dumb, it was a game she played.

I once told her to take the "black explorer".
She had no clue I meant the black telephone. From that day on it was the "black explorer" to our whole team, when you were to call someone.
Payback!!!
Sorry, I really thought she´ll get that, but nada.

She came to work even before I turned in.
She signed in and then took her time with putting on make-up, a colleague found the stuff in the female toilet with her name on it in an envelope.
She used such a strong perfume and a huge amount, I had to open the window even in winter.

Ingo last week ordered something, got the answer it´s not available in one piece.
He said, "No worries, wait till all is there and send in one piece, please".

Nope. Somehow it not even ended up at Packstation, where you can go whenever you want, no, not our little post office, no.
At the MAIN post office, a 40 minutes walk one way in nasty weather.

"Mrs P is everywhere" is a synonym for "dumb people are everywhere".

So. we stood in line. For two dongles!!!! That would´ve fit into our mail box, too!
You have to get them or they´ll send back...

Suddenly a voice from behind...
"Excuse me, am I in line for the post office?"

LOL! He once was in the wrong line and this time - I had to wait outside, certainly - Ingo reported that poor guy also had ordered to Packstation, was sent here, and forgot his card.
We never knew if he got his parcel...

Did you see the man with the walker?
I sadly saw him only when Ingo was in - we would´ve asked him to step in front of us.
Not one bench there!

Whilst Ingo was in I stood reading my kindle.
Not one bench!
And there is lots of space.

I am "middle-aged", I was told, not old, yet.
But what if I broke my foot - I did that before! - or am old, you are forced to stand in line an hour???

Mrs P is everywhere...

Lion of the day:

They both have had it, like we do!
You, too?