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When I encounter this personality type, I usually try to get them to laugh. Make a joke, etc. But your red head presented a particular challenge. It sounds like Mr. Butcher has got her number. Maybe she enjoyed an herbal mellowing agent during lunch, LOL.

Oh dear, that was a tough red cookie! ;-)

I mailed a small box with candied violets and a few chocolate treats to the USA yesterday. Cost 25 Euros for less probably less than 251 grams. The service at the post office was very friendly, though ;-)

Okay, I needed a laugh today, and I just got it. Merci bien.

Oh Corey... I FEEL YOUR PAIN!!!
I DREAD going to the post office here on the Riviera too! Not all post clerks are like your Red Head, but MANY are! Sorry for your story. Know you are not alone! Cy

Hourra pour Mr le Boucher ! He certainly has a very good sense of humour !

Ah! les Français, they can be so... how do you say...

And you my dear are a real sport!

These sorts of people are sometimes called, "Petty Tyrants" and we have them in the States too.

Fortunately, for the good of the world, there are also the jolly saints like the butcher who counter such negative folly.

It may have well been the Red Head's blood sugar dropping!

She's giving some of us redheads a very bad name! Sorry you had to endure such craziness!!!!
We have a clerk here with mile long fingernails (I'm not kidding) and an attitude that's just as weird. My Mom works for the P.O. and always has stories to tell!

Oh dear. I hope it was not one of the boxes you sent to me. I would hate to think you had to endure such behavior on my behalf. When I encounter such behavior, I always think, "I would rather be me than that person" " They must be very unhappy people".Also think, "I don't have to invite them home to dinner".

The universe always seems to balance itself out.
A cheeky, fun butcher to even out the odds against a sour postmistress!

The butcher sounds like a doll-the postal employee---not so much. There is a clerk at our local post office that we jokingly call slow Bob. Nice man but he works at about half the speed of the other mail clerks.

I am worried that the address label is still under the declaration and that your package will be lost!

Chuckles, that was so funny....But I feel your pain, it is a most interesting task to survive our little post office at times! Happy Easter!

What a gift for story telling you have. But then that's why we're all such loyal fans. I loved this story! And I loved the butcher too. Sorry it was such an ordeal but the silver lining is the wonderful way you have with words in sharing it with us.

Surely the pain of the experience was dulled by the joy with which you knew you could relate the story...this reminds me SO much of my mother. It's something that might have happened to her. Thank you for the reminder of the memories.

Truly laugh out loud-i have fallen for the butcher -love when people are so warm and laugh-funny story-

Red head must have been having a very bad day. This story did give me a smile.

How infuriating! But I love the butcher! And the story! Whomever is receiving the box is a lucky soul!!

Best butcher man EVER . . .

Oh Corey you were so controlled; I'm not sure that I would have been! When in Aix I posted some of my shopping home to New Zealand...2 large 7 KG boxes full together with 6 large 2 KG bubble bags; 26 Kilos in all. The postage cost me an arm and a leg but I was very impressed with the efficiency of La Poste and the two men behind the counter who assisted me were more than helpful. Thank goodness I didn't strike someone your redhead with that lot!!

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