I was studying in London for a month, and as these things tend to go, I realized that I had too much crap to carry home. So I figured that I would box up some of my schoolbooks and mail them home instead of having to carry them in my luggage. I went to my local post office and sent them on their way. This was a bit over a month ago. I came home from London and waited for the package to appear. And waited. And waited some more. I finally figured that someone wanted my dictionary more than I did and kind of gave up on it.
So when it showed up on my doorstep yesterday, I was very pleasantly surprised. However, the condition of the package was appalling: it appeared that someone had taken my box, run it over with a car, given it to a hyperactive dog to chew on, doused in water, then tossed into a big plastic bag. When I looked closer, I noticed that it had markings from the Deutsche Post. Whaaaa? At least the message was very polite and said that my package had regrettably sustained a bit of damage so they’ve put it in this lovely plastic bag. How very kind.
So apparently while I didn’t make it to Germany, my package did. I’m still wondering why they decided that my package should have gone to Germany, but I have my dictionary back again, so all is well.