HOLD THE PHONE, EVERYBODY -- I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT.
THE COOKIES HAVE ARRIVED. I REPEAT, THE SIXTEEN BOXES OF GIRL SCOUT COOKIES I ORDERED HAVE ARRIVED.
I have already sucked down a tube of Thin Mints. I got them five minutes ago.
This terrifies me in some obscure Girl Scouty way. What also terrifies me is the prospect of carrying these cookies home -- they will not fit in one shipping box. It will require the use of one large cardboard box AND a shopping bag. Plus me, my overstuffed satchel, room for a book to read, and (here is the real problem) a mob of other commuters.