The last time I saw him, I'd warned him of impending ammo delivery. The boxes came today.
DAN. "Stocking up for the apocalypse, huh?"
HINES. "Hey, man, I figure somebody should be ready when the zombies come."
DAN. "Well, you should be able to take care of at least half of 'em with all this. I don't think the box weights are right at all, though. I mean --" *hands small box over* " -- there's no way this is only twenty-eight pounds."
DAN. "See? Now, this one they've got at thirty-seven, but I'd say it's around fifty --"
DAN. "And this is supposed to be forty, but I'd say it's sixty at least..."
Lessons learned: ammunition is really heavy in bulk. Also, Dan is a fine driver of the Brown Truck of Happiness.