Go to work.

Well, it's work. You need money, and your job shouldn't bring sexual stress. Just the regular kind. After a few hours of relaxation, you get your things together and head out. You leave your apartment and slide into your car, starting it up, and you begin to head down the road towards your destination.

Several minutes of uneventful driving later, you pull up in the parking lot of the package delivery company. You know the drill. You've done in many times before--check in at the front counter, get your keys, get the list of stops, and head to the truck. It's second nature. You hop into the delivery truck and look over the places you need to drive to. It seems pretty ordinary.

You start up the truck and begin your way through the city.

One by one, you pull up to homes and place their package on the front steps. Sometimes special instructions are there, such as bringing it to a certain place, or knocking first. You need to do it. It's part of your job. Lucky, everything seems mostly ordinary.

It starts getting late. Unfortunately, there's still a few houses left in various places, but there's no way you can make it to them all. This isn't out of the ordinary. It just makes it strange, because now you need to make a decision of who gets their package this evening and who needs to wait until tomorrow.

You look over the list of houses and decide that there's two close ones, but not to each other. You'll have to choose just one more.