If I'm not in you can f*ck off and
leave a note telling you to come and collect your package from the disused lavatory (the one with the sign 'beware of the leopard') in the cellar of the distribution center in some remote corner of an industrial estate with a fractal road layout incorrectly signposted and mapped, inaccessible by any means of public transport, and only between 10:00 to 10:05, and 14:50 to 14:55 on odd-weeknumber thursdays in months that do not contain the letters 'a' and 'e'.