He double-checked the address. Triple-checked it even. Still, there wasn’t nearly enough information on the hastily written packing slip. So now this express package was going to be late, and the rest of today’s delivery schedule was in tatters.
Worse, his boss was going to have his tentacles. Third time this month too…
And all because some lazy sender couldn’t be bothered to be specific. In the space next to Planet, they just scribbled the name Gaia. That’s it.
But which one? As if there weren’t six systems sharing the name within this sector alone.
Sentients these days. So inconsiderate.
The Weekday One Hundred 