"The swine was obviously on commission"
No, I don't think it was him; I think it must have been the girl in the queue - the one who'd sold me the stamp. Don't forget, the queue was like three days long at that point and my turn for the counter was like two days away. I wanted out, couldn't be doing with all that malarkey, but figgered that since I'd come all that way already... Besides, the delivery man was just leaving, on his way back to the sorting office with the day's bags. I wanted my letter to go on that day (read didn't fancy coming back the next day for yet another loooooong wait), asked the delivery man if he'd mind waiting until I'd been served. He was kind enough to wait but you could tell he was itching to go (he WAS busy, after all). Some chick standing just two customers behind, laden with tons of HUGE jiffy bags, spotted the size of my tiny one (jiffy bag) tapped me on the shoulder and said: "If that's all you're posting, I have some 1st-class stamps you can use.". The answer to my dilemma. So while she's shufti'ing her handbag, I'm talking with the chap standing between her and I, in deep conversation about longitude/latitude, blah. Leastways, I *think* she said first class. For all I know I it may indeed have been a 2nd-class one. I took it from her hand, like a berk, let it fall to the floor - sticky-side up, picked it up, stuck it to the jiffy bag, handed it to the fed-up looking delivery man, and that was it -- 1x jiffy winging its way to Notts County. And all in the blink of an eye, so I didn't get a proper grok of how much postage I'd just bought. She took a quid from a pile of coins in my hand, so I just assumed I'd had a 1-class on there. The delivery man mast have thought the same because he weighed it up in his hand and agreed that my £1 was pretty much guaranteed a next-day delivery on a letter of that size/weight. He couldn't have been working a scam - was too honest.
So blame HER. It was HER that creamed my palm. The robbing trollop.
In all fairness to the RM, those incurred charges , when you compare to how much the proper postage would have been in the first place, equals out at pretty much the same. The only main penalty is that the bloke at the receiving end suddenly gets whacked with a fee that he didn't even incur, AND the agro of taking time out to go collect.
Dammit, Mon Ami Pro Jaquette, if ever I should meet that palm-tickling strumpet again...........
At least Dicky's one got to see the sea TWICE.