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There’s a sickly crippled gent that lives above my office and is very nice. Although he is majorly screwed up physically he goes to work every day doing hard manual labor. He was allowed to board upstairs by the landlord so he could also take care (“super”) of the building. I always say hello but I never knew his name.

He stopped in very early this morning saying that a package would be coming for him and would we accept it. Sure we told him.

The package arrives via USPS and is address to Denis (super). No last name, spelled with one N, mind you no one knows his name.

Just so happens that one of the field “supers” that works in my company is named Denis. He’s from Ukraine and spells it with one N.
One of the girls up front brings the package over to Denis, my field super and he opens it, after all it is addressed to Denis (super) with one N.
Lo and behold there are two vacuum sealed flat packages of grass, Maryjane, you know, pot. Also with it (on top) is a child’s game, sand art.

Now everyone is quite stunned at this and the carrying on ensues. “What shall we do”/ “Call the cops”, etc, etc.
I ask my shop guy what the dude upstairs name is and of course it’s Denis. Uhh, what’s the chances that they are both named Denis with 1 N and are both supers of sorts???

I carefully reseal the box with duct tape just like it arrived and told everyone that it is not our business and to let it be, nothing ever happened. Let the dude pick up his box. I say no harm / no foul. The dude is prolly using it for himself as he is really twisted physically and not well. Live and let live I say.
Whatya think?