my creek

I cross a small creek when I go to shul on Shabbat. This week, a group of volunteers were on their bi-annual mission to clean it. When I thanked them, one of the ladies asked whether I worked in one of the shops nearby. I told her I was on my way to synagogue, she smiled  and said: "I figured, enjoy." Vus? Either she's clairvoyant, or she knows me from somewhere--the synagogue is still another solid twenty-five minutes away.