I was out in Receipt and Dispatch bay unloading the supply truck from the depot. There were bits of engines, boxes of spark plugs and oil filters, accesories and tools and this one large but strangely light to lift closed-cardboard-carton. I mark everything off the dispatch sheet and stack it to the side for later storage.
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So after I have a bit of a chinwag with the driver, he drove off to the next outlet and I came back to that carton and pick it up. I check the manifest again and realise this item is extra to the others. How did that happen? I was sure I had marked everything off and paired up items with the boxes.
I shake it. Nothing. The carton is approximately a cube shape about a half metre square in the base and a half metre deep. The top was sealed with brown masking tape.
I peeled off the tape with a rip and started to open the box pulling back one of the folds to see what this curious thing that weighed nothing was. Leaning over I got a shock as I saw this huge unfamiliar hairy shape rearing out of the box. I jumped back - heart racing!
Holysonofamotherwhatzafuck was THAT?
I think that's what I thought? It was a bit of a rush.
Images of spiders crossed my mind. Big hairy brown spiders. But it was too big for a spider I think. A possum maybe? They could be vicious with their sharp incisors and large claws.
I leant over trying to peer in, but there wasn't anything I could see there at all so, growing bold, I darted a look back in and away. As I did I caught a glimpse of what it was lurking in the depths of the cardboard container.
It was a mirror lying on the bottom of the box and that was my reflection I was looking at. I breathed a sigh of relief, looked around to see no-one had seen me acting foolishly and laughed since I was still on an adrenaline rush.
Normally the truck mirrors came attached to the entire mount assembly so they are big and bulky but sometimes just the flat mirrors themselves came. When I checked there was a missing mirror on the manifest from the day before.
Like the grasses showing tender faces to each other, thus should we do, for this was the wish of the Grandfathers of the World.