reality

When the UPS guy brings his cart down the stairs to the mailroom next door, it makes a hollow BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! , which resounds loudly through the office.

I like to imagine that it's the Mummy of Arnold Hall on his way to visit our basement office, with arms outstretched, feet pounding, trailing dirt and tattered wrappings.... I would hide behind the copier, and pelt him with day-old donut holes. People would scream and run around. It would be lots of fun!