On election night I baked cookies for some folks who were over. I absent-mindedly pre-heated the oven. Soon, the room smelled funny.

I forgot to take out the nasty broiler pan.

I took it out of the oven and sat it outside the front door, propped against the side wall. I fully intended to throw it away rather than clean it.

It sat there for a few days. And then the UPS guy game. And for the first time since I moved in, he left my package like I asked him to. Behind the broiler pan.