36/27.

[Finless]

The fates mock me. Just had a delivery of 36 ctns in; all carted from the road up the alley by hand into our little warehouse. As usual my brother found something else to do.

27 of these cartons were going out to one customer (no need to even open them). Bugger me if the courier didn't arrive earlier than normal to collect our outgoing stuff literally as I was bringing the last 2 ctns into the warehouse. So, all the relevant cartons had to be carried back to where I'd just carried them from!

I'm off to buy some of those wet wipe things 'cause I'm sweating like a sweaty thing with a sweat problem and doubtless will start smelling unpleasant fairly shortly.

In the overall scheme of things this is 'small potatoes' but .........................




Picture from - Eat Our Brains WTF is this about?