<oembed><type>rich</type><version>1.0</version><title>zoltan wrote</title><author_name>zoltan (npub1dw…am7sl)</author_name><author_url>https://nostr.now/npub1dwcqst0aq2l99wna2vk098w0s2thm70tzpyrenm3alr0qq2xa59qlam7sl</author_url><provider_name>njump</provider_name><provider_url>https://nostr.now</provider_url><html>GM! ☕ 😎&#xA;&#xA;Joseph Perkins, a material handler, stopped his Wartburg car with license plate CO 75-14 at the corner newsstand.&#xA;- I’d like a Budapest News.&#xA;- Sorry, we’re out.&#xA;- Then yesterday’s edition will do.&#xA;- That’s gone too. But by luck, we have a copy of tomorrow’s paper.&#xA;- Does it have the cinema listings?&#xA;- They’re in there every day.&#xA;- Then I’ll take tomorrow’s - said the material handler.&#xA;&#xA;He got back into his car. He flipped open the cinema listings. After a little searching, he found a Czechoslovak film — A Blonde’s Loves — that he had heard praised. It was showing at the Blue Cave Cinema on Station Street, starting at 5:30.&#xA;&#xA;Perfect timing. He still had a few minutes. He turned the pages of the next day’s paper. His eyes landed on a news item about none other than Joseph Perkins, material handler, who driving his Wartburg with license plate CO 75-14, had been speeding on Station Street and, not far from the Blue Cave Cinema, had collided head-on with a truck. The careless material handler had died.&#xA;&#xA;- Unbelievable! - Perkins muttered to himself.&#xA;&#xA;He checked his watch. Almost 5:30. He slipped the paper into his pocket, set off, and speeding, crashed into a truck on Station Street, not far from the Blue Cave Cinema.&#xA;&#xA;He died, with tomorrow’s paper still in his pocket.&#xA;&#xA;Örkény</html></oembed>