The friendly American...

.. I found him! He was in the post office all along! I went to post my Christmas cards, and was frightened by this unfamiliar building, full of strange metal cabinets. It looked like no UK post office I'd ever seen- nothing was painted red, there were no queues of old ladies and doleites, and there wasn't that air of frustration and stale cigarettes. I was starting to go into fear overload, when the guy at the counter noticed me. He was kind and chatty, and helped me put stamps on my cards. Unlike the supermarket experiences, I didn't leave with a strong feeling of failure and annoyance, wondering why simple every day tasks are beyond me.. Instead I left feeling confident enough to try other new things, like buying presents and renting nordic skis.. is this sounding like a lipton ice tea commercial yet?