Sending a parcel at ten o'clock at night, from a supermarket

Tonight at ten, I was reminded by email to send

a parcel to a relative abroad.

In the old days, I would have had to figure out

when I could get to the post office during their

opening hours.

Now, with my neighbourhood supermarket being

open from seven in the morning till eleven at night,

I could solve this problem immediately.

In my supermarket they have a post office

that keeps the same opening hours as the

supermarket itself. It seems to me that part of the

staff at the supermarket has been trained by the

postal system, because I have seen those helping

me with my post, on other occassions stacking shelves

with food.

Walking to the post office, I could then enjoy another

positive feature - it wasn't sunny, but it was definitely

light enough despite it being ten at night.

Life sometimes has its good moments!

Small pleasures!