Reminder

Before I left home this morning, my mother asked me if I could pop into the post office, buy a stamp, and post a letter for her. I figured I would stop off at the post office closest to where I was headed.

When I got off the bus and was about to cross the road to the post office, I noticed a taxi with a business logo that was identical to my mother's name.

OK, mother, thanks for the reminder. I'm about to post your letter, OK.

At the post office there was a long queue and only three tills open. One customer was taking ages. As soon as I had the thought another till was open and I was called over.

I wouldn't be surprised if my mother didn't have something to do with that till being open.

Enocia

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