Your keen sense of dramatic timing tell you now might be the right situation for some fond remembrances of yesteryear. Your eyes mist over as gentle nostalgia softly runs over your consciousness like a tap. Oh those balmy summer days, holding hands and staring into the sunset.
Your memory is atrocious.
Oh man, this does take you back. Back before there was that mailbox, before we even knew we had inventory screen. You didn't even know how popular this thread was going to be, but I guess you lucked out on that one DiNero.
You stifle the urge to pick up the vase and wear it on your head. Things slowly return to the present.
You hesitate to think how that was useful in the slightest.
What do you do?