I was upstairs sitting with Finn while he ate lunch when I heard UPS come by, as expected since my giant box of kitty litter was out for delivery this morning.
Except when I opened the door, there was a box on the porch which was most definitely NOT kitty litter, it was a Chef Meal Kit and the label was most definitely NOT my address. A quick tug on the box indicated it was heavier than anything I wanted to haul around myself, and checking the address on Google Maps showed that while it was just 1 block up the street, it was a gated complex with stairs, strikes 2 and 3 for just taking it over to the correct location.
Cue much confusion at UPS trying to explain to the automated voice assistant, then the customer service agent, then the dispatcher that “yes, this box was delivered to my house but it’s not mine and also it’s perishable so this should perhaps be resolved as quickly as possible?”
Fortunately the driver apparently knew exactly what happened as soon as he got the dispatch notice to return, because he was back at my doorstep within 15 minutes to take the meal kit to the correct recipient, now flavored with an extra bit of adventure.
(and yes, I did get my kitty litter, it was keeping the meal kit company on the porch.)