Welcome to the Czech Republic, how may I not help you?

So after my two classes today (International Reporting seems like it's going to be great, and I'm sort of excited for History of Nationalism, but not as much) I set out for a trek out of my little Old Town bubble to the post office where the package I received was being held. I managed to find the post office without a problem, although it was about a 25 minute walk. However, when I got there, I get sent to four different lines before they refuse to actually give me my package because I don't have my passport on me. Apparently the 4 other forms of photo ID I had on me didn't count. The lady behind the counter knew exactly one English word - "passport" - and I can successfuly use about four phrases in Czech (one of them being "ice cream") so I'm now extremely thankful to the person behind me in line who was nice enough to translate. I still left extremely frustrated with Czech bureaucracy, although not as much as I was after I applied for my visa. Oh well. It was an adventure.