Which comes first.. the Post or the ID Part 2

UPDATE:


2 weeks later......

Since then ... just to let you know ... I STILL was not let off the hook. Mail came in the post to tell me that I had to go back to the Post Office because they had not completed the information correctly.

STEUPS!!! What were they going to do? Take my card if I didn't go? Cancel it? Its being used .. surely they could see that?
Fine!
Went back to the Post and presented my letter along with my country registration letter.
Needless to say ... another long line was created behind me, unfortunately for the hot, blond, too made up, too short skirt for her age chick who came to the desk just behind me (and was making alot of noise that there were no one at the counter in the first place), the girl was unsure of what to do for me.
She seems to read the letter I got from the bank.... taking a rather long time.
"ah ... I see " the girl is saying ...
when it is obvious that she is not sure why on earth I'm giving her my letter of registration to the country.
"Do you have a number for the package"
"I picked up the package already. There was a problem with the form that you guys had filled out. You have to fill it out again and take this number down (pointing the letter)" I summarized the letter for her.... Since she obviously had difficulty doing it herself. All this WAS mentioned in the letter.

Ah .. ok ...  she goes again ... she better really get it this time .. because my patience with this stupid system has reached all all time low.  Why can't we just pick it up from the bank itself? .. What is SOOO hard with that? That way you can take a mug shot, my finger print, my toe print ... what ever you want so that I don't have to be subjected to the post incompetence and Lack of knowledge of the BANK way of working! ..
sigh all is well now ...

What is to is... it can't ARE right?

But if I get another letter from the bank ... yuh know dis red gyul eh going back to no grocery-store-acting-for-the-post-office-acting-for-the-bank again. I going STRAIGHT to the bank and let them clear it up...
wha ..? yuh feel I like waysin' meh time feeling like a dotish chupidee ah wha?

Whey yuh say?

Which comes first ... the Post or the ID?

During my first (of many many) successful Drives in Norway alone, my confidence  levels were at about maximum.  I'm being my own independent woman!! whohooo!!
I had a package to pick up from the Post. We suspected it was something from the bank.  This was undoubtedly something of high security so a piece of ID was going to be necessary. I walked with my Driver's Licence from Trinidad.
The young gentleman seemed slightly confused.  "Do you have another piece of ID"
Sure I had.. I produced the National ID for TT. (Horrid picture but ah well.) This did not seem to satisfy him.  He was looking for something specific.
"Do you have a bank card or something with an local ID?" oh no ... sorry.. It was in the package I was here to collect.
"I have to check to see if we can use this" he says. Leaving me with 2 impatient clients waiting behind me.

I needed my passport. He had mumbled something about one side ID.  Perhaps he had to photocopy it? Why else would he need one side right?
Like a little child that comes along and innocently whips off an old man's toupe, this boy poked my little confidence bubble that had been growing with the driving.  
Feeling silly I slipped away and said I would come back with my Passport.  Of course .. how silly of me.. no one recognises a TT driver's permit or ID (doh mind it have a unique number on it eh?)
I came back a little later after my interview with the Kindergarden Director.  Hmmm .. a job .....
I proudly produced my passport to the same young man.  He pulled out my package and proceeded with the process. Ah success.Sure enough, he photocopied my passport onto a page that had other writing on it... Ahh ... that's why ... ok .. no worries...
Suddenly he stops.... he's looking for something ... again...
"Are you looking for something? Maybe I can help you?"
"Yea .. you don't have a number. ?" Oh no worries .. the passport number is right here. " No, Like a social Security number?" Oh .. no we don't have that in Trinidad ....
"Uh... yea .. no. You don't have a bank card or something with the Norwegian ID on it?"
Ok ..buddy ... the bank card is wrapped up in an envelope in front of u... and Would that be the social security number? Ok .. I'm new to this "All encompassing Number" but I don't see why the POST would need this highly guarded number?
He needed something that had that number on documentation??? What??? how weird does that sound to you? .. ok good .. thought it was just me.
"Ok .. well That's all the ID I have now, I've shown you the Driver Licence, the National ID and now my Passport. I don't have any thing else ."
"Yea .. see the information would be on the bank card" ..
"Yeaaaaaa.... well its in the package .... right there..Isn't it?"
"We can't open the package"
Ok so what do we do now???
My Blood starts to boil... Are you serious?? ... I need all this to pick up one package from the post? ... Don't mind the same thing came in the mail box for my husband.... why was mine locked up behind this incompetent guy?
"Ok Let me check to see if we can use this????"  You can't be serious brother ..... are u serious? ... no... are you REALLY serious?......he's serious....
he comes back ... no I'm sorry ..We can't use this.... its really strict here the policy. "Yea ... if you had a bank card or something....."
Steups.....Ok i done dey ... Obviously ....he have a hard head.... I talking to a coconut here.

I go come back with meh husband ... and he go lambase yuh and knock yuh out in yuh rockong-cutongkong...if yuh doh gimme meh cyard.

I riled up myself for a good trini tongue planassing when we returned to the Post people later that day together....if they only give me any trouble eh .. they go hear the bad side of ah trini woman .. ... who just wants her BANK CARD....

 don't get in de way of the Caribbean 'Oman and her morney...

 Oh alas.... the lady knew my husband and he got the package..... no problems .....with my passport just by the way ....
i guess its still who knows you .... no matter what country you are in....
Whey yuh Say?

PART II