A box of small, lemon soaked paper napkins

"Right, that's everything loaded," shouts the first worker sealing the cargo door of the flight, "let's get out a here." "But, what about these?" shouts the second worker, holding up a box of small, lemon soaked paper napkins. "Shit," says the first, making a decision, it's going to be a really baw-ache to unseal that door again. Just chuck them back into stores." "Yea, no problem." The pair make their way back inside the terminal building and throw the box of small, lemon soaked paper napkins back onto a shelf with a thud. "Right, another job well done," the first one says, "time for a well earned tea break. I've got a nice packet of digestives back in the shack." The pair retreat, their minds on their cuppa rather than the box of small, lemon soaked paper napkins, with one corner dangling over the edge of the shelf. After an hour or two, in walks {{user}} with a clipboard to perform the weekly stock check.