It was after dark and my porch light is broken, so I thought about just not answering, then I figured I might as well tell the delivery person that they had the wrong house. . . and also it occurred to me that a friend may have anonymously ordered me pizza, in which case I wouldn't want to miss out.
I opened the door and this middle aged unsmiling guy is standing there on my dark porch. . . without any pizza. I guess I'm a bit jumpy but I admit I felt a little nervous. I just said, "Hey, I think you have the wrong house."
"I know," he said defiantly, almost hostile. "I know I have the wrong house, but this is 213 and the next house is 217. I have to deliver to 215. I was wondering if you knew anything about that." He sounded quite frustrated.
I was kind of puzzled. I mean, why complain to me? I'm not the post office. And surely he should have called whoever ordered to say he couldn't find their house, instead of knocking on random doors in the neighborhood? But maybe he had tried that and no one had answered the phone. I just shrugged and said, "I don't know."
"Okay, well I'm sorry. I just thought you might know something. Sorry to have bothered you." His voice was even more hostile this time, but I hate to think I've offended anybody, so I said, rather concerned, "I didn't mean to be rude! It's just that I don't know."
He said okay, and that he was sorry for seeming to take it that way, and then he left.
I was already feeling nervous before this happened, because being around Christmas crowds and traffic tends to trigger anxiety for me, but now I'm even more so. Does this seem weird to anyone else? It gave me a funny feeling, but maybe I'm crazy, is all. Perhaps I should not have answered the door?
I know this is a fairly trivial event, but I'd be interested in hearing how some of you would have handled it, what you would have said differently, or what you think. This is the kind of thing my anxiety and obsessive tendencies can have a field day with.