Well, UPS has barricaded me into my own home with the components of a chicken coop that is evidently made of lead. I guess the boxes will stay there until I develop the upper body strength that has eluded me for the past 46 years. I guess I’ll never leave my house again. I guess this is goodbye. (I know–I’m being melodramatic. Of course I can step over the boxes.)
When one is born with exactly zero spatial intelligence, it behooves one not to order chicken coops that have to be assembled. But one goes and does these things anyway. One is an idiot.
Also, one should wash one’s door.