So, I get home today and there's a note on the screen door as follows:
G'day Darryl, Give me a call on [mobile No.] - I have something of yours - Wayne
Ok, so there's exactly zero Darryl's in our house and I don't have a lot of Wayne's on my Christmas card list. In the end I decide to give Wayne a ring and let him know that he's got the wrong house.
After I explain to Wayne that I'm not actually Daryl and that he's got the wrong place it transpires that he's left the note on the wrong house. He's found Darryl's wallet in the car park and the ID indicates Darryl lives at 13 Douglas St - the problem is that I live at 13 Sapphire St. People do this all the time because Sapphire cuts across Douglas.
Wayne seems nice enough so I agree to walk the note around to Darryl - at 13 Douglas St - and pass the message on. I knock on the door and after a while it's opened by a friendly fellow. 'Hi,' I say, 'I was wondering if I could talk to Darryl, please?'
'Who?', the fellow replies.
Ahhh.... 'My name is Chris,' I continue, cautiously. 'I live at 13 Douglas St. Someone called Wayne, who I don't know, left a message on my door instead of yours, by accident, for Darryl.'
'There's no Darryl here. My name's Jim, and I've lived here for years.'
There I was representing a Wayne I'd never met, trying to find out if a Jim I'd never met, knew a Darryl neither of us had ever met.
Does this sort of thing happen to other people too?
G'day Darryl, Give me a call on [mobile No.] - I have something of yours - Wayne
Ok, so there's exactly zero Darryl's in our house and I don't have a lot of Wayne's on my Christmas card list. In the end I decide to give Wayne a ring and let him know that he's got the wrong house.
After I explain to Wayne that I'm not actually Daryl and that he's got the wrong place it transpires that he's left the note on the wrong house. He's found Darryl's wallet in the car park and the ID indicates Darryl lives at 13 Douglas St - the problem is that I live at 13 Sapphire St. People do this all the time because Sapphire cuts across Douglas.
Wayne seems nice enough so I agree to walk the note around to Darryl - at 13 Douglas St - and pass the message on. I knock on the door and after a while it's opened by a friendly fellow. 'Hi,' I say, 'I was wondering if I could talk to Darryl, please?'
'Who?', the fellow replies.
Ahhh.... 'My name is Chris,' I continue, cautiously. 'I live at 13 Douglas St. Someone called Wayne, who I don't know, left a message on my door instead of yours, by accident, for Darryl.'
'There's no Darryl here. My name's Jim, and I've lived here for years.'
There I was representing a Wayne I'd never met, trying to find out if a Jim I'd never met, knew a Darryl neither of us had ever met.
Does this sort of thing happen to other people too?
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