On myway home, I stopped at a branch of my bank and deposited my City Center check, and when I got off the No 7 bus, I posted my estimated tax check at my local post office branch.
On my walk home, I passed my postman whose late arrivals every day have made me suspect for some time that he's been stopping somewhere for a tryst most days. After I passed him, I heard a lady greet him with, "Hey, sexy postman!" Hmmmm . . . .