The Stolen Address
For the fifth time this month, a delivery driver knocked on my door looking for an order that wasn't mine.
Fed up, I taped a note outside: "I never order takeout. Whoever keeps using my address for pranks deserves a lifetime of bad luck."
A few minutes later, someone knocked again.
I yanked open the door and snapped, "I didn't order anything! Can you please check the address before bothering me?"
The driver scratched his head, looking confused. "That's strange... I always deliver to this address."
Not wanting to argue, I slammed the door shut.
Moments later, violent pounding erupted from outside.
Furious, I flung the door open, ready to curse out whoever was causing trouble. The words died in my throat the instant I saw who was standing there.