I completely forgot this, but then remembered today: I am REALLY good at breaking down boxes. As the empties started to clutter the office, I was all BAM and HiiYAH! and KaPOW! I think it’s from my high school days at Party City, where I did my fair share of box-breaking; ‘assisting’ the stock boys / having torrid*  affairs with them.

*Not at all torrid. Not even a little bit. Not at all.