Postal Adventures

I went to the Post Office today to find out what happened to packages that were sent to me weeks ago.

“You hah baw?” a postal employee asked me.
She repeated the question a few times until I understood she was asking me if I had a PO Box. Clearly the Liberian English book I have been reading is not helping so much.

When we established that I didn’t have a “baw,” she asked for my address. Other postal employees started gathering around the slip of paper that I had written my address on. (And as I was leaving, one guy repeated my street address and said, “I be findin you sometime.”)

The woman disappeared for 20 minutes. She then returned to tell me she was still searching, and disappeared for another half hour. My driver came in to make sure I was ok.

I chatted with another postal employee. At the end of our conversation she gave me a slip of paper with a name and number on it. “This my son,” she said, “You give him a call.” I asked how old he was, and she said 30. I said that was too old for me, apologized, and thanked her for the thought. Minutes later a postal employee walked by and said something to me that I couldn’t undertand. The woman I had been talking to shouted out: “You 38, you too old for her,” and then gave me a high-five.

When the oringal postal lady returned she had one of the packages that had been sent to me.

So the moral of this story is I can get packages, but it does not seem to be 100% reliable. Although the woman who had offered me her son’s number took my number and said she would call me the next time I got a package. So let me know if you want my address.