So, the other day I was sitting in the back quietly reading when the doorbell rang.
Still thinking about other things, I headed to the front planning to pick up whatever package UPS had dropped off or to fend off the students selling candy to buy textbooks or whatever.
I opened the door & looked vaguely out. "Am I at the right place?" the man asked.
I hardly knew.
"Is this [address]?"
Yes, it was.
"Well," he announced. "I'm here!"
"That's nice. Who are you?" was my puzzled (and judging by the look on his face, puzzling) reply.
The rather prosaic ending:
"I'm the [don't remember the company name] floor man!"
We were expecting a floor man?
"Um. I guess I'm here to see [someone else]?"
He was. We were, as it turned out, expecting a plumber. But no on had told me that.
Everything got sorted out, and I returned to my book in peace.