Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Knock Knock

The photos today have nothing to do with anything I'm saying. I just think they are pretty, so I thought I'd share.

I could have had a brand new dryer for free today. I was home, minding my own business, when a truck pulled up and a man with a clipboard banged on my front door. He said one word to me: "Dryer." Hmmm. I asked him, "What about my dryer?" He elaborated, "We got your dryer here." No, my dryer is safely sitting in my basement. I told him I didn't order a dryer. He said "Yes you did." Now, don't you think I'd know if I'd just made such a major purchase? He looked at his clipboard and looked at my house number and said "This is your dryer." I repeated that I had indeed not ordered a dryer. He looked at his clipboard again, so sure he was right and I was wrong, and said "Well, you're R, aren't you?" I told him no, I am not R, and still he didn't believe me! What, am I going to lie to him? What happens during these deliveries that he would think I would deny my name and my brand new dryer? I asked him what street he was supposed to be on, and that's when he finally realized maybe I wasn't kidding him. Once he knew he was on the wrong street, it was rather funny.

This isn't the first time someone has come to our door mistakenly, only to insist that they are right and I am wrong. We hadn't lived here a week when an elderly woman knocked on the door, clutching a lamp in her hands. She told me she bought the lamp at my yard sale last week, but it didn't work. It took me a good five minutes to convince her she had the wrong house.

About a year later a man came to the door and told me he was here to pick up his son. This was before I had kids of my own. When I told him he had the wrong house, he became quite panicked. His son had gone home from school with a friend, and his wife had given him our address as the place to pick him up. Confusion and near hysteria reigned until I thought to ask what the name of the friend was, and it turned out to be the people who had lived here just before us. I was glad to solve that mystery!

Does this ever happen to anyone else, or is our house a magnet for confusion?