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Gila Mon had mailed a box of materials so random and -- in some cases -- so disturbing, as to prevent their description here or their legitimate use anywhere.

Babs had sent along a Waiting for Guffman lunchbox.

Mystery Super Secret Prize Box disposal would take place in Hollywood, I decided. But where?
Yeah. I mean, YES.
People ignored it, so we moved it right onto Pee-wee's star and went across the street to observe.
But people just walked around it. Some even stepped right over it. What did they fear? The taint of Waiting for Guffman? The taint of Pee-wee?
Finally, a likely crew stepped up...
...just as a bus pulled up. L.A. buses are equipped with camera shutter sensors. And they are camera hogs. So we missed the shot.
We walked up Hollywood Boulevard a couple of blocks, crossed the street and approached. No Guffman. No disturbing contents. Pee-wee's star had been returned to its pristine, lunchboxless state.

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