Five cases. 60 bottles. Apparently Brett went a little bit crazy.
The delivery guy sucked though. He asked me to help him carry some cases of wine up the stairs. While I was doing that he loaded a trolley with two cases that he decided to drag up four sets of stairs. When he was halfway up the stairs I had already finished carrying three out of five cases to our apartment. When he finally made it all the way up with his trolley he was bucketing sweat and complaining about us not having an elevator. I guess some people are delivery people for a reason.
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