You work in the mailroom. It's your job to deliver mail. Someone hands you something at about 4:30 on Friday afternoon, saying, "I wanted to make sure I didn't miss the last mail pickup of the day; can you make sure it gets delivered?
well, there's a key element -- do you like this person?
I think they do, since they always smile and say hi and chit chat, but since the person was me, I might be delusional.
eta: So you guys are going to be around, Aimee?
As for now, we should be. No plans otherwise.
If you don't mind having your hair ripped out by the roots.
(Er, by Em, not me.)
Where my daughter gets her dominatrix tendencies, I have no idea.