So this lady calls up all in a tizzy because she made these boxes up and needs someone from the delivery team to come pick them up NOWNOWNOW because they're getting new furniture, you see, and so they need to go away in a big hurry. (She likes to talk in run-on sentences.)

New furniture, I've found, makes one incapable of planning these sorts of things even a day in advance.

So, okay, FINE, the necessary paperwork gets made, the delivery team gets called, and one of the guys comes down and fetches the paperwork so he can deal with this paper crisis.

Minutes after he leaves, the phone rings again. Same lady, again all in a tizzy because. Different tizzy, though. We need to contact the delivery team and tell them that their guy can't come up yet.

Why not, you might ask?

Well, you see, someone up there is using a BREAST PUMP and therefore cannot be exposed to male eyes.

/facepalm

Because you wouldn't, you know, use the nursing room for that.