Meeting a stranger twice in unlikely circumstances.

About twelve years ago my Mother was a resident in an old people's home in Cumbria. Every three months or so I would drive up there, stay with my sister and pay a couple of visits to her over a weekend. I usually returned to London on a Monday but on this particular visit I came back on a Sunday. This was a hot day in August and the traffic on the M6 and M1 was very heavy. As usual I stopped about half way down the M1, re-fuelled and had a coffee. On returning to my car, I had just put the key in the door of my car when a smart Mercedes stopped on the other side. An Italian looking man lowered his window and somewhat to my surprise asked me to post a parcel for him. I asked him why he did not do so himself. He said he was going on to Heathrow to catch a flight where there was no Post Office and he didn't have time to make other arrangements. I told him I had no intention of posting his parcel. He gave me a fairly venomous look and drove off. I tried to remember his number but failed. Two years later I had to meet an actress friend of mine who was appearing at the Aldwych in a musical. We arranged to meet in a coffee bar close to the Drury Lane theatre. I parked my car about fifty yards from the stage door of the Aldwych. I spent about an hour and a quarter discussing a play she had written and accompanied her back the short distance to the theatre. I walked the fifty yards back to my car and was just putting the key into my car when a rather smart Mercedes stopped beside my car and an Italian looking man lowered his window and asked me if I would mind posting a parcel for him...... My memory at last changed gear and I shouted at him, 'You asked me to post your parcel two years ago on the M1, didn't you?' He gave me a deeply evil look and drove off at speed. Again, I failed to get his number. The chances of meeting the same man in the same car asking for the same thing are surely billions to one.