I sent a postcard to a friend yesterday. The post office worker, while handing me a stamp for it, told me to not lick it and apply glue instead. An advance warning of sorts. I need to start a Tumblr of my stories of Mysorean conceit.
She made a gesture with her face & index finger indicating that it's dirty to lick stamps.
When I asked her where I could find glue, she told me to go into the compound and find a shed under which there is a back-up electricity generator. A can of glue had been kept next to it.
On another occasion, at another post office in #Mysore, the worker told me that the cost of the stamp was 25 rupees. "But we are sold out of 25-rupee stamps. I could have given you 5 stamps of 5 rupees each. But you have written all over the postcard. There is no room for the remaining 4 stamps. So please come back later to purchase the 25-rupee stamp."
I did not post the card and handed it over to my friend in person the next time I met him.