On a rare visit to the PTT we took our number, 296, and looked up to see what number they were serving - 233 - so decided to go upstairs to ask if there was any Calis post piles for a quick rummage.
"Calis yok" came the reply. That was the end of the conversation. Then another guy asked if it was a parcel we were looking for. We aren't in particular but said yes anyway, just in case.
We were ushered into another room, and while the guy was looking through the parcels I cast my eye across a pile of mail, just dumped along a wall. I saw two letters for people I know, and many envelopes that looked like they might well be Christmas cards. My professional skill at reading upside down came in useful
I couldn't have a rummage but there is definitely a lot of abandoned post on the floors of the PTT.
Then we returned downstairs to see that they'd got as far as 245. So thanks to the guy who parked right outside on the zebra crossing, it passed the time to watch your car getting lifted onto the truck and taken away.
That's another thing - you don't stop at zebra crossings EVER (I did once and got beeped to hell by the cars behind me!) but you can't park on one. Why not? They aren't crossings at all, just paint on a road