Brown paper packages

Beloved called, sounding, well, bemused.

"I've just had a box delivered to me at work," he began.

Prudence: "Mmmm?"

Beloved: "It's addressed to me, at work, and it's got six bottles of whiskey in it."

Prudence: "I never get boxes like that."

Beloved: "Did you order it?"

Prudence: "No. "

Beloved: "There's no note or card or anything and it's from [enormous discount liquor chain]."

Prudence: "That's a pretty cool mystery."

Sadly, it turned out to have been sent by head office in Sydney and the bottles were presents for Beloved's top clients.

A most unsatisfactory solution to the mystery.