A couple of years ago I got an ‘left at front door’ notice.
It wasn’t, so Mrs and I trolled the street to try and find what door it was left at. During a blizzard.
Luckily I guessed the driver was dyslexic when reading the address: 228 instead of 282. No one was home, so I just walked away with it.
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