met up with Marlon who took us over to see the tradeshow boxes, which
had been moved out of the mailroom (possibly so they could actually
receive mail again) and into the hallway. I must admit, I did not
believe they could fit in our rented minivan, citing an old adage
about human waste and differently sized bags.
Confident as usual, Jeff began cramming them in, and we reluctantly
followed suit. It became apparent that in there present form, the
boxes would not fit, despite our Tetris-like attempts. That's when the
boxes of rubber play balls started getting opened.
And summarily crammed into every nook and cranny we could find. Under
seats, over seats, every space quickly filled with footballs, soccer
balls, and basketballs. When the dust settled, everything fit.
Thus we set forth back to Orlando, our van weighted down, the pungent
and nauseating smell of rubber stifling the cabin, and my life hanging
in the balance at every turn, as my seat was barely hammered out
amidst the mess.
Big thank you to Marlon - he's stopping up at the show so assuming I'm
not crushed by tradeshow boxes, I'll tell him in person...
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