Royal(ly stinky) Mail

I’ve come to the conclusion that the British Royal Mail service is horribly frustrating.

Today I mailed a package for the second time, and, for the second time, I had to unpack and repackage my stuff before actually sending it. This is extremely frustrating when you’re at a post office that won’t provide you with scissors to open a package or tape to re-close it. Basically, it’s an extra trip.

Why the repackaging?

Well, the first time was months ago. I was sending a few odds and ends back home that weren’t really necessary out here – my brother’s jeans, my busted old camera, etc. I had also included a little note to my family, just to be nice. Unfortunately, however, that little note increasing the price of the package by 14 pounds. FOURTEEN. So I ripped through my six million layers of tape, took out the damn note, and repackaged the thing.

Today there was no note. I had a box full of books to send home, along with the broken and useless hunk of portable hard drive I tried to take out here with me. However, the hard drive changed the price of the package from 24 pounds to 49 pounds. That means that including the hard drive in the package cost more than the package without it. Also, sending the hard drive by itself cost 2.50.

Explain this logic to me. I dare you.