At a post office buying some A3 prints. Issues scanning the codes. Queue got really big so I stepped aside while the counter attendant dealt with others.
Looked like Renae was in the queue.
Me ignore her. Flick through magazine instead.
Next the attendant (now Indian lady) asking Muggers what he wants for dinner (he was staying with her while overseas). Ren chimed in wanting to accompany him to this weekend’s race. I suggested pizza while Ren & I ignored each other. A bit bizzare. She apparently knew muggers.