Awkward times at the Post Office
So… My vibrator broke.
No, no. Don’t give me that look. I know what it looks like. But I swear, I didn’t break it. It just broke. Defective product, says the company which produced it. It’s a wire problem. I am not going to give you the details, don’t worry; just know that it broke.
So today I had to go to the post office to send it back to the company… ’cause luckily it was still under warranty.
They sent me an e-mail with the details for sending it back, but living in a non-English speaking country, and not speaking the language of said country, I was not 100% sure I understood it all. Just to make sure, I went to the cash register at the post office and asked a nice guy to translate anything that concerned how to send it.
Awkward moment number one.
I am a bit afraid that gave me away: OF COURSE the company’s name is something akin to “Girls Pleasure” or “Sexy times”. You get the idea.
Anyway, according to the guy it just said to put the product in the box, secure it and send it to them within a week. Perfect. I go pick out a box. I take my product out (obviously in its nice velvet bag, pfui, what do you think) and IT NEARLY FALLS OUT. I mean, you can definitely see the tip. OH DEAR. Awkward moment number two. I quickly put it back (damn you vibrator, why do you want public shame me) and look around.
An old guy is packing up his item. He is staring at me. Kinda winking.
Awkward moment number THREE.
I don’t even know how I managed to collect so many awkward moments in two minutes. I guess bringing your broken vibrator along helps you in the mission.
The only thing that would have made it worse could be if it started shaking randomly. At least I took the batteries out.
I quickly gave the package to the nice cash register guy, paid and left faster than light. Oh, how I love my life.