Direct debit coincidence

In the mid '90's I worked for an employment agency in the post room of the Alliance & Leicester headquarters, at that time situated in Oadby, just south of Leicester. I was one of the few who would go in around 6.30-7.00 to sort out the incoming post and then make a start on the inevitable stack of outgoing mail to be sorted for the internal mailbags going out to the branches. This particular morning there were 5-6 crates of outgoing mail to be sorted; this consisted of statements, letters, direct debit mandates and the like, that were going to the customers' relevant local branches. The direct debit instructions ALWAYS came down to the post room in bundles of a few hundred, elastic banded and in resealable opaque plastic bags. I went over, after we had sorted the incoming mail, to the outgoing mail to make a start on sorting it, item by item, for dispatch to the branches. On top of the very top crate, all on its own, was my recently submitted direct debit mandate; what's more, the mandate was for the Fortean Times! No-one in the post room new my surname (all part of being an agency worker), except for the manager who would never sully his hands by actually doing any direct mail sorting. To top off this experience and totally blow my mind, at the time I was in the midst of reading a book from the local library on synchronicity.