The only boxing on Boxing Day...

...was the verbal sparring at the post office!!!

 

26.12.2008

 

Boston for Boxing Day - a day not recognised in this uncharitable country! Packed bag, stopped at post office to post a parcel home of stuff. Was in big trouble there - the man in front of me stepped up to the counter and was told to go to a different one owing to what he was posting, so I stepped forward. "M'am, wait behind the line until the light flashes", so I stepped back. The light flashed straight away, so I stepped forward. "M'am, you have to wait behind the line until the light flashes, because if you step forward before hand everyone will start doing so, and I won't stand for that." Hmmm, righty oh. Rules, rules, laws, laws. That's the thing I've noticed about this supposedly free country. They're law obsessed. They can't just ask you to have courtesy and turn the phone off in the theatre, there are big signs and notices in the play bill telling one that it is AGAINST THE LAW to have phones on. Was pushed for time, but made it to the bus to Boston, and was pleased to see it was pretty empty. Took a seat and settled in. Started to feel quite funny, so napped. Once we made it to Boston, I realised I had a fever and the aches and pains that go with that. Once I was at the hostel I went in hunt of some new drugs to fix my latest ills. A tasty frozen dinner and lots of frozen vegies (this hostel had only a microwave as a kitchen facility) and I hopped into bed to sleep it off. Hostel was quite nice. Not in Boston central, out in a suburb, but so quaint and perfect, just how I'd imagined suburban Boston, where the people that can't afford the Back Bay addresses live, to be.