A friend of mine from the next state over had delivered an oversized truck load of jet stuff to Boeing. On his way back to sunny Idaho, he stopped by my place to pick up an FAL kit I had saved for him.
I did some hygiene and heated up some coffee, then went outside to meet him. He was standing on my porch with a box marked La Rue, that had shown up and been left on the porch. When I asked for the box, I learned there would be some "negotiations" before he handed it over.
I eventually convinced him to allow me to open the box, whereupon I handed over the hat and dillo dust. When he learned that I already have several dillos, "negotiations" continued.
Well, at least I got to keep the scope mount.