Let me elaborate...
I was sitting at my desk answering emails, like I do everyday, when our regular courier came to pick up a package, like he does almost everyday. Things seemed to be normal, until the courier swore under his breath. "You mother fucker," he muttered. I looked up from my screen blinking. This courier had been an odd ball in the past, he often talked to himself, and I never knew if he was referring his mutterings to me or some unseen voice in his head. This had been the first time he had cursed, so I took notice. "I'm going to stab you... in the heart!" He said and then looked up at me a la Dramatic Hamster (reference Youtube). I didn't quite know how to respond to this threat, so I did the first thing that came to mind... I waved. Not a big "I'm flagging down this taxi or die trying" type of wave, but a small "hello there, I'm the Queen" kind of wave. It had the desired effect because he stormed out of the room WITHOUT stabbing me in the heart.
Amanda: one point. Courier: zero. I thought I was in the clear. WRONG! One minute later he came back! The coworker who had sent the package was with me when he re-entered the office and told us that there was no room number on the address label. He didn't threaten me a single time.
My life was threatened today because there was a missing piece of information on a mailing label. My existence hung in the balance over a package that wasn't even mine!
Think about this story the next time you send a piece of mail. Is all the necessary information on the label? Better make sure it is... or someone's life could be put in jeopardy!