Caught in a Pickle

Last night Gimp and I were the only ones here. We were in our rooms when we heard loud knocking on our door. People rarely come to visit. Not expecting anyone we both wait a couple seconds, then walk to the door to see who it was. Upon opening the door we look down and see a huge ass jar of whole pickles, unopened. WTF!?!?! Then our neighbors across the hall (also music majors) open up their door and they got pickled too. Only they got half a jar. At least ours are edible (not that I would eat whole pickles, but Tonya seems excited) . No one else that on our floor got them. But why pickles?