I was grounded

Today a guy came through my line with a basket stuffed full of ties, and I'm thinking, crap. Deja vu. This is gonna be another hundred tie mystery and I am just going to be baffled all over again. This is just going to follow me for the rest of my life, strange men with an inexplicable quantity of ties and no offered explanations. I could retreat to the dark wilds of the Congo, living off nuts and berries and pygmies and whatever it is you do in the dark wilds of the Congo, getting bitten my mosquitos and chased by the pygmies you didn't eat or whatever, and one day a man in a canoe would paddle up stream with a duffel bag stuffed with ties, and I'd be like, crap. I started bracing myself for the inevitable mystery of it all.

Actually, as it turned out, I needn't have concerned myself. The moment he set that basket down on the table, he grinned and told me he was going to make curtains out of them. Just like he saw on Decorating Cents. You know, like that one decorator with all the hats.

I felt very smug for hours.