The night of November 22nd, 2007

I am sitting at my desk at work when I hear the UPS driver complaining. I get up to see what the problem is. He's a large bald man with a New York accent, and he isn't our usual driver. He claims that the smell of Tabasco coming from the packages is overwhelming, and suggests that we don't fill them so much from now on. Josh gets mad at this intrusion. He goes to Gerald's his car (which is parked by his desk), drives it down the aisles, and parks it right next to our stack of boxes. Leaving the car running he asks, "How do you like this smell?" The UPS driver gets upset, and explains that he was only kidding. Trying to disarm the situation, I tell him that Josh was just joking, too. I follow this up with an awkward laugh. Then I get serious and explain the reasons why our boxes are so full. He seems happy with my explanation, so I head up a 180 degree ramp, and then run on the ceiling into Greg's office. ~ That is all.