The bear, sitting quite ceremoniously on top of the sweater, on top of the padded envelope, on top of the post office scales, looked bemused. So did the assistant for that matter. She watched as the women frowned, picked up the bear, and the sweater and the envelope, and then looked around for help.
“Excuse me” she asked “Can you help me?” She paused, reshuffling the items so the bear was held more tightly in her hand.”These items weigh 300g. It will cost £4.95 to post. I want to know how much more it could weigh at that price.” The assistant laughed, “You mean you want to know how to get your money’s worth! And I don’t blame you. Let’s see “… Together they peered – bear too – at the leaflet, and calculated the parcel had to be under 0.5kg, 500g.
“Mmm” she thought, “thanks”, stuffed bear (very carefully), sweater and padded envelope into her bag, and marched out of the post office doors.
The woman returned a few minutes later, walked back to the scale and weighed something small. Satisfied, she left.
Back home the fun began. Sitting the bear on the dining room table she began. First the sweater went into the zip lock plastic bag. So far so good. Then the surprise. That had to be double wrapped in case it leaked. Finally she picked up bear, smiled, and popped him or her, she wasn’t quite sure which, into a small zip lock bag, told him -or her she still wasn’t sure- to take a deep breath, and closed it tight. She placed all the items in the padded envelope, and stapled it closed.
Name and address on the trusty padded envelope, she headed back to the post office to post off the surprise.
The assistant smiled, . “You managed to sort it,I see. Good for you!” This parcel will make someone very happy. “Yes me” thought the woman and the bear simultaneously, and though hidden from view, the bear smiled from ear to ear. His – or her – next adventure had begun.