Amber Boston: Container & Packaging Spy, Part 5

amber-boston-container-packaging-spy-part-5<p>Part 5: The Warehouse, Where Amber Boston Meets Her Demise</p> <p>I carefully opened the door to the warehouse. I shivered as a gust of chilly air blew across my face. <em>That's right, the notes said that they don't even heat this place!</em> There was nobody in sight, but I could hear a forklift and the sound of voices. I slipped in the door and quietly closed it behind me. Hopefully the IT group (because really, there's no way they are actually doing IT work) hadn't seen me come in. I looked around, shocked at what surrounded me.</p> <p>The warehouse was full of rows and rows of boxes, stacked on shelves reaching high into the air. I couldn't believe how many different boxes there were! They must be full of black-market merchandise! I was the first Container and Packaging Spy to infiltrate a container company this far, and I wasn't about to lose the opportunity to find out what was really going on in this building. I tiptoed to the nearest shelf and pulled an open box down. My heart raced as I pulled the flaps back, ready to uncover the secret.</p> <p>It was a box full of tins, flat silver metal tins with screw-top lids. I unscrewed one, my hands sweaty.</p> <p>It was empty.</p> <p>So were the other twenty-three tins in the box.</p> <p>I shoved the box back onto the shelf and grabbed another. It was full of double-wall jars, like the ones that you get fancy lotions in. Another box held glass jars. I started to panic. I could hear the forklift getting closer. I frantically sifted through more boxes, but I couldn't find anything besides regular, old containers. Sure, there were more types of containers than I thought was possible, but there was nothing fishy.</p> <p>Hey, what are you doing?</p> <p>I spun around and found two men and a woman standing behind me. They looked confused.</p> <p>I, uh¦ I stammered, words not coming out right.</p> <p>The woman's face lit up. Hey, you write the blog articles! I loved the Star Wars one!</p> <p>The men laughed. Yeah, the double-wall Jar-Jar, the bearded one said.</p> <p>Did you really smash all of those jars? the third asked.</p> <p>I was speechless. Surely these were the henchmen of the secret Container &amp; Packaging Supply organization, and they were asking me about my blog articles? Why weren't they tying me to a forklift and threatening me with the big boss man?</p> <p>Need some help finding some more products for testing? the bearded one (<em>Chris</em>, I remembered) asked. I bet you could have lots of fun breaking the Boston bottles. We have them in amber, blue, and clear.</p> <p>Okay, so maybe my intro to my story was a bit of an exaggeration. I didn't really get tied to a pallet with packing tape and with an old work glove shoved in my mouth. All that happened was a few nice warehouse employees helped me find my next container for product testing. There was no black-market trade, no exploited raccoons, nothing fishy or out of place at all. Just lots and lots of containers. And packaging. I suppose that's why they call it Container &amp; Packaging Supply.</p> <p>I think my superiors are going to be highly disappointed in my work as a Container and Packaging Spy. Maybe I'll keep the blog job instead. And the cover name isn't half bad either.</p>