I always rip the box open as soon as possible, usually while it’s still in the post office workers hands as they are handing it me.
Next is extract the yoyo box from the protective bubble wrap, usually using my teeth.
I am very careful with the actual box of the yoyo, because I don’t want to ruin it in case I want to resell the yoyo.
Usually by now I’m starting my car and reversing out my parking to make it to an important meeting that allowed me a window of time to slip out to the post office without my wife realising where I went.
I try to get a good look and feel for the yoyo while getting out of a tight parking space, trying not to hit any pedestrians or dent my car.
By now I’m speeding round town to make it to my meeting with a yoyo in my lap, trying to admire the colorway or get a good look at the shape of the yoyo, also checking for any damage the yoyo may have, trying not to look down too much and drive safely.
When I finally get to the meeting, I have a throw or two while walking, all the while being conscious not to be spotted yoyoing by my boss, fellow workers or clients.
The yoyo then gets hidden in my briefcase until my wife goes to sleep, after which I can throw my new acquisition in peace.