A Parcel of Trouble
Dec. 14th, 2005 08:18 pm(grumble) I went to the post office today, to post some parcels, and they demanded ID! Which I naturally didn't have, since I don't drive those beastly things called cars. (grumble) I was all polite at the time, but I got crosser and crosser as I walked away off down the street, carrying my not-posted parcels. Bloody politicians! It doesn't make the country any safer, y'know. Like terrorists wouldn't have fake ID anyway. (grrr)
Then I went to a bookstore, to get a prezzy for Mum, and found... collected Lord Peter Wimsey short stories. Which I started reading in the bus on the way home.
I would love to see the 9th Doctor interacting with Lord Peter... (dreamy sigh)
Then I went to a bookstore, to get a prezzy for Mum, and found... collected Lord Peter Wimsey short stories. Which I started reading in the bus on the way home.
I would love to see the 9th Doctor interacting with Lord Peter... (dreamy sigh)
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Date: 2005-12-14 11:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-14 12:16 pm (UTC)My usual photo ID is my passport, but I don't make a habit of carrying it on me.
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Date: 2005-12-14 12:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-14 07:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-14 10:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-17 01:49 am (UTC)I now get around this by using the Automat, which is a machine and doesn't care what I put on the envelope so long as it gets my credit card number and a photo of me - which, whatever I may think of it on civil liberty grounds, is actually a lot more useful in terms of finding out where envelopes full of white powder came from.