I was delivering courtesy copies to a judge. A job which I loathe because of how well it demonstrates that I'm a glorified courier. After a series of locked doors and unanswered phone calls, this paradoxical situation presented itself:
Room A: Deliver copies to Room B.
Room B: Deliver copies to Room A.
Throw courtesy copies against the wall. Kick them at the nearest door. Leave.
I need a new job before I get fired.