Snapping

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:

Problem
Room A: Deliver copies to Room B.
Room B: Deliver copies to Room A.

Solution
Throw courtesy copies against the wall.  Kick them at the nearest door.  Leave.

I need a new job before I get fired.