Intern plight continues - dirty gym clothes

I think this morning marks an all time low in my interning morale. Today, a fellow intern (who's younger and an undergrad) asked me if I could take a bag of dirty gym clothes home to Berkeley and deliver it to former intern (Betsy) who left them here at the office by mistake. Betsy finished her tenure at this organization last week. However, it appears as though she left a legacy of sullied lycra and putrid gym socks for us to reconcile. And the bag isn't small. There are at least two changes of clothes involved.

In summary, the clothing will get priority delivery service in my bicycle basket during this afternoon's 3.5 mile commute north from Oakland to South Berkeley. All without wincing or vocalized complaining.

I like Betsy anyway. She will be Robert Reich's assistant/GSR when he starts his professorship at The Goldman School of Public Policy. You do favors like deliver dirty gym clothes to people with access to the influential. It goes without saying. Karma will reward this deed, I declare.