Well, I did my Good Deed for the day. Package arrived at my front door. And I saw my address on it. So I opened it. Stuff I couldn't imagine ordering...
Checked address. It was mine alright. But wrong name. I looked up the name and found one just far down my street. One digit off, LOL. But I found a phone number that matched the name. I called many times yesterday, but it was always busy.
So I decided to just deliver it. I just walked out of the house this morning to rid of the package and walked down the street. Damn, I should have driven. It was further away than I realized.
But I got there eventually. Rang the doorbell. Waited while a husky barked at me. No response. Banged on the door. Waited. Banged on the door again. Eventually a woman came to the door and said yes her name was right. Walked home. My half mile start for the day. LOL!
I'm a regular damned Boy Scout.
OK, that was 50 years ago, but I still am... 😀
