Remember last week how Lynda needed to file her permesso? And remember how our labor consultant helped us? And remember that woman at the post office who wasn't very nice? Remember? Good.
When I was at Jason and Laura's house last week for dinner they asked me how our permesso experience went. I shared all of the details including the not-so-nice postal worker at the Bologna post office. Jason asked me: "Is she darker skinned like she has a really good tan?" I was a little taken aback by the question so I replied with a hesitant "Yes." "And she has yellowy blonde hair that's cut kind of short?" Again, I replied hesitantly, "Yes." And that's when he started to laugh. "I love her! She's always so nice. I've never had a problem with her!" I was in shock as he proceeded to tell me that she was the one he always turned his staff member's permessos into because she was always so helpful. In fact, he said, Brian (one of his staff) even took her to lunch one day as a thank you for her kindness and has been known to bring her peanut butter because she loves it.
That's all it takes to win the woman at the post office over!? Peanut butter! I will have to file for my permesso when I return to Rome after spending Christmas at home and let me tell you...I am going to Costco before I head back and getting a giant jar of Skippy peanut butter for the woman at the post office. It's all in who you know and how to grease the wheels....whoever thought that grease in this case was good ol' American peanut butter!?