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INT. DAY - FEDEX KINKOS
A busy Fedex Kinkos. It is buzzing with the day-to-day commerce of those who just need a few copies, a couple of pages faxed or help with an ambitious Valentine's Day card project. Customers move about under the watchful eye of the tonal blue golf shirt wearing employees. Fedex Kinkos is THE nexus of incremental technology services, and these men and women are the gate-keepers.
PATRICK enters through the front door. In his hands are 3 envelopes, all marked as Fedex Express packaging, and all with Fedex Ground Airbills.
Patrick is acutely aware that these packages are improperly packaged and thus sneaks to the left side, drops them amongst the other outgoing packages, and even moves a larger box over to conceal his a bit. When he is done, he begins to retrace his steps towards the door, staying out of sight as much as possible behind the self service copier bank. Twenty feet from the door, he hears a voice call out.
COLOR COPIER GUY:(Speaking loud. It's contextually obvious he's talking to Patrick)Hey, are these packages express?
Patrick continues to move towards the door, with a slight uptick in his speed.
PATRICK:(mumbling)I dunno dude, they are not mine, I'm doing someone a favor...
COLOR COPIER GUY:(loud)Hey, these are ground packages. And they are improperly packaged. I'm gonna need you take them back and repackage them.
Patrick slows and turns towards the counter, though he continues to back towards the door. He notices that everyone in the store is already staring at him - copies, faxes and Valentines cards momentarily forgotten.
COLOR COPIER GUY:Why?
PATRICK:Because they are not mine
COLOR COPIER GUY:Well who's are they?
PATRICK:My friend's. Like I said I am doing him a favor.
COLOR COPIER GUY:Well I can't ship them.
PATRICK:Well I dunno dude, return them then. I'm just the messenger.
COLOR COPIER GUY:Can't do that.
PATRICK:OK, well what do you want me to say? Throw them away? I'm not taking them back. I don't have time.
By this point Patrick has stopped 5 feet from the door. The store is quiet. Patrick's arms are tucked in behind his back to suggest that even if he wanted to take the packages back he couldn't due to a lack of available carrying capacity.
COLOR COPIER GUY:You need to take them.
PATRICK:Look man, I don't know the deal with my friends account, but MY driver takes MY packages all the time regardless of packaging. He doesn't care. He's moving and shaking and getting it done. Small infractions don't bother him. As a matter of pride he is unloading and loading that truck everyday. That's his thing.
COLOR COPIER GUY:I understand your driver may do that but it is the policy of...
PATRICK(cutting COLOR COPIER GUY off)Policy? Do you want me to tell my friend to change his policy and use UPS? He probably spends fifty grand a year with you guys. Do you want to be the guy responsible for fifty grand in revenue going bye-bye? Do you? Seriously dude, don't worry about it. Doesn't the copier need a new magenta ink cartridge or something? You need to get on that instead of show-downing with me about packages that neither of us really care about just because you think my friend screwed your bosses out of twenty five cents in free packaging.
COLOR COPIER GUY:Hey!
Patrick turns towards the door and walks out.
I gotta GO!