This afternoon, the UPS guy brought an enormous box and a large black bag to my desk. I called the woman whose name was on the label and asked her if she wanted to come drag them over to her desk, or if I should snag the delivery guy and make him take them to her. She asked me how big the box was and I told her it was as big as my entire desk. Then she asked about the bag and I told her it looked like the guy was delivering a cello. She said she’d come get it.
Both the box and the bag turned out to contain the Director’s golf clubs. After playing a few rounds in Palm Springs last Friday, he couldn’t be arsed to pack his clubs back to his private plane, so he had the resort ship them to his office.