I had to make a day trip today, and had nearly reached the train station (about 10 minutes' walk away from my house) when I noticed someone in a flourescent jacket on the opposite side of the road waving and calling out to me. It was our postperson, and he wanted to tell me he had a package for me so I wouldn't miss it, being out, then have to wait until I could pick it up after Christmas.
He had to excavate it from the bottom of his trolley, since we were so far from my house and the post for other streets was on top of it. I was amazed he recognised me, and that he knew he had a package for me.
I was grateful for his thoughtfulness, but also because I don't live in the nicest area and sometimes that gets me down. He reminded me that there are still nice people in it.
He had to excavate it from the bottom of his trolley, since we were so far from my house and the post for other streets was on top of it. I was amazed he recognised me, and that he knew he had a package for me.
I was grateful for his thoughtfulness, but also because I don't live in the nicest area and sometimes that gets me down. He reminded me that there are still nice people in it.