One year on Christmas eve, we got the order to deliver "anything that looked like a Christmas package" No matter what. For the first time all year, I got a package that was not only not mine, but it was about 25 miles past our building's boundary. Unfortunately it was wrapped in brown paper, with hand a written address on it. My helper and I took off, headed north. Luckily I had a map book for the next county and I found the house. Waaaay down a dirt road. Pulled up about 10:30 pm. Honked my horn cause I didn't want to get shot. A little old lady about 70 years old came out to the truck. She thought her extended family had forgotten about her. It was a package from her neices and nephews. She was really emotional and started crying. Even though I didn't punch out till 11:30pm, I didn't mind. It made my day and peak.