A friend got into hot soup because without thinking, he put his wife's letter into a post box... without stamps... and it was meant to be posted by Poslaju! He had to put up with two days of nagging and could not sleep for two nights while waiting for Monday to try and retrieve the letter.
When I met him at 8.00 am, he said he was there since 7.30 am, though official opening time is 8.30 am. The postmaster happened to be early refused to listen to him trying to speak through the slit of the glass doors. But when we met him as soon as PO opened, he was very helpful indeed. My friend was told to come again at 3 pm, to catch the man who comes to collect mail daily. Meanwhile, he was advised to buy a special Poslaju envelope and to fill in the details of sender and addressee so that he could resend the letter without delay as soon as the letter is retrieved, and that he can expect the letter to be received the next day.
When everything was sorted out, the next day my friend could joke that he was willing to pay Rm100 just to retrieve the letter! This is just to show how badly he was affected by what seems to be a small matter and also who is the boss in the 'Home Ministry'! I joked that having delegated the errand of posting the letter, any mistake (without stamps or not sending by Poslaju) will be his, regardless of whether clear instruction had been given.
This reminds me of a Pickles cartoon strip:
Earl: Well, that was a mistake, wasn't it?!
Opal: I don't make mistakes. I create challenges for problem solving, and opportunities for service.
and the saying 'God made man before woman so as to give him time to think of an answer for her first question.'
Also the joke, 'My wife and I had words, but I didn't get to use mine.'