My friend Katheryn, who is on sabbatical, finally rolled into my office to pick up the Wanker trophy (marking her conquest of the Twin Peaks Football League). I had told her office mate that if the trophy sat in my office one more day that it would revert to the previous champion, who was, let me check my notes, me. In my popular retelling of her arrival that is the answer to why she showed up then.
Considering that I wouldn't be in the country at the end of the next TPFL season she took responsibility for engraving and mailing it to the next winner (I showed her the business card of the engraver tucked away in the base). She discussed the difficulty of mailing it to Sicily, but I told her that if I won next year it would be enough for her to have my name engraved upon it - and then leave it in her office so she could stare at it every day. I told her that the shortcut would be for her to simply win it every year, in which there is never any problem with mailing it - which was her plan anyway (being the most wildly competitive member of the league).
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