You know the only people who don't get excited about Christmas? The Post Office.
Oh, sure, they get a ton of presents, but none are for them, and they get to see to worst of humanity - impatient, growly, time-poor, sweaty people jostling and grumbling and not wanting to be there. It starts at the end of November and gets worse the closer the 25th gets.
The Indian couple that run this Post Office deal with the stress with quiet, polite smiles and an efficiency that I simply haven't countered at any other post office (and let me tell you, I've been to HEAPS, son). They're friendly and competent and wonderfully professional, all kudos to them because they made my giant bag of post and mouth full of questions seem like simplicity itself, like nothing could have been easier. Not even a frazzled mum with new twins and an incessantly ringing mobile could foment revolution. Well played, Bondi PO. read more