At the grocery store yesterday, while at the pharmacy counter
I heard back in the back one pharmacy clerk say to another pharmacy clerk a certain
name I recognized instantly. The name
was of a postal carrier I worked with years ago. It had to be him, it is a screwy last
name. Even tho we are facebok
fiends I haven’t seen this guy since
1999, before I retired.
Later I told Anna about hearing the name aand somehow in the
same conversation she brought up another person of my past that we see often at
Krogers.
Which reminded me of another interesting fact: That lady’s mother-in-law lives at a special
number on the road she lived in. It is
where 2 cariers’ routes meet. What ever
her number is is not the same the
carrier delivers to.
Her house is a turn around spot.
Small world, and being a native of the Postal Service you
worked in for 20 plus years makes it even smaller.
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