On a slightly vexed note...
Dec. 18th, 2007 08:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
olorielI totally understand that the post office clerks are taught to use polite address. And I know, I should be honoured that the post office clerks at least pretend to treat their customers like the people who pay their wages here. But honestly? I find it hard enough to understand him without having to pick my way through all the passive constructions and mitigation and circumlocution, and when I have to ask him to repeat what he said for the third time, it's no longer estimation but rather humiliation.
And I refuse to believe that it's impossible to send chocolate to Germany because there's milk in it. Fine, so the honourable German customs does not allow milk to be imported. I still refuse to believe that the lactose, milk powder and emulsifier somewhere in the chocolate actually fall under that ban. I have been sent chocolate from outside the EU, and the friends who sent it declared it on the customs form, too, and it apparently was not a problem. So, dear post office clerk, no matter how polite you were, I think you're STUPID. THERE. Now that's plain language, isn't it.
Argh. And of course I couldn't muster the words for discussing the matter with him and meekly took the chocolate ouuut of the package so the rest could be sent. Eh. >_> Perhaps I'll try with a different post office tomorrow. I looked up all the bloody kanji by now and there really is nothing remotably akin to raw milk in there.
I hate my perfectionism. I'd probably have less problems talking to people if I weren't so bloody afraid of producing a less than perfect sentence.
*sighs*
And I refuse to believe that it's impossible to send chocolate to Germany because there's milk in it. Fine, so the honourable German customs does not allow milk to be imported. I still refuse to believe that the lactose, milk powder and emulsifier somewhere in the chocolate actually fall under that ban. I have been sent chocolate from outside the EU, and the friends who sent it declared it on the customs form, too, and it apparently was not a problem. So, dear post office clerk, no matter how polite you were, I think you're STUPID. THERE. Now that's plain language, isn't it.
Argh. And of course I couldn't muster the words for discussing the matter with him and meekly took the chocolate ouuut of the package so the rest could be sent. Eh. >_> Perhaps I'll try with a different post office tomorrow. I looked up all the bloody kanji by now and there really is nothing remotably akin to raw milk in there.
I hate my perfectionism. I'd probably have less problems talking to people if I weren't so bloody afraid of producing a less than perfect sentence.
*sighs*
