I'd ordered a two-volume book set of American Paintings at the Brooklyn Museum of Art from an online seller and he shipped it to be using a big box for chicken noodle soup packets. My books arrived undamaged; I was just amused by the choice of packaging in juxtaposition to the product. This is almost as odd as when the seller for my view camera sent me the item in a box for Barbie's Playhouse. Try explaining that one to your co-workers.
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