Motivation.

I was in the post office today, and this guy burst in and asked me if this was 300 Grand St. His eyes were going in different directions, and one of them was kinda cloudy. I told him we weren't on Grand. He started telling me about how he came all the way from Queens to find his package. He then produced a slip of paper that told him where to pick up his package. He read the postmark to me as if that should mean something, and I saw it was a FedEx delivery slip. I told him that we weren't at FedEx, but he insisted on checking if they had his package. For some reason, I left as he went to the pick-up window. Now I'll never know if he found his package.