The Box

It begins with a telephone call...

P: M!
Me: P!
P: I'm at home.
Me: Cool...
P: Yeah, so I'm here, and well, there's a box out front.
Me: Ok...
P: It's addressed to you! What do I do?!
Me: What?
P: Do I bring it back to work? Should I leave it there?
Me: How about take it inside....
P: Good idea! I'll see you at work.

Act II. The Office

P: So, about that box...
Me: Yes?
P: Ummmm....do you want me to open it?
Me: That's ok, I'll do it.
P: It's ok. I'll open it if you want me to.
Me: It's fine, I'll do it.
P: Ok, then just tell me what's in it.
Me: What?
P: If I don't get to open it, then tell me what's in it.
Me: Don't ask questions about the box.
P: What?
Me: As far as anyone here is concerned, there is no box.
P: Oh my god! You promise you'll show me later?!?!
Me: We'll see.....