The slip said to go to the “FONDERIE” post office. It wasn’t too far from my house, so one morning before classes I found my way over there (with my trusty map of course). I love that feeling when you find the right street and you get all happy inside, thinking “it’s close! It’s close!” Right when I spotted the sign for “Rue de la Fonderie” I felt that feeling. I walked down the street and saw that yellow looking sign symbolizing LA POSTE. There was lots of construction work on the side of the road, so I had to criss-cross my way over to the building. Finally when I got there I walked up the stairs and saw the doors were covered in brown wrapping paper. What the… then I saw the sign: “Closed for construction until November.” I was dumbfounded. Then some construction guy came up to me and said something in French and laughed, I’m sure it was funny, but I kept reading the sign over and over again, hoping I had missed something. NOPE. The sign did say that all packages for this location were now being held at “Les Halles Centre Commercial” post office

The next day I went to Les Halles post office to get this done with. There was a huge line in the post office, which I didn’t mind because I think that happens everywhere… even in America! One thing I did notice though was that the people in front of me were laughing at the efficiency of the post office and getting somewhat agitated about how the line was being handled. Love it! When it was my turn, I showed the woman the slip and just played dumb. Actually I played so dumb that she did EVERYTHING for me- she retrieved the slip, pointed where I should sign, wrote the bank’s address and my address on a new envelope, but the slip in it, and sealed it. When she handed it to me I gave a dumb face and said “what do I do now…?” and then she just said “nevermind don’t worry I’ll take it.” I tried to explain that I wanted the piece of paper to be sent “as fast as possible” because it was very important (remember I mentioned the bank told me to tell the post office to send it fast?) the woman just nodded and kind of pretended to understand me, because if you think about it, what the freak was I telling her to do- “send it fast!!” oh and by the way- this cost me money. Thank you French bank, for making me pay to verify my address (which I DEFINITELY lied about).