Constantly Readdressing The Issue

(I am dog-sitting at another person’s house, and I order some food from a local restaurant to be delivered. After almost an hour waiting, my phone rings.)

Me: “Hello?”

Delivery Guy: “Yes, I am here.”

Me: “Oh! Let me step outside then!”

Delivery Guy: “Okay.” *click*

(I got out onto the porch but there’s nobody in sight. I call the number back.)

Delivery Guy: “Yes?”

Me: “I’m standing on the porch and I don’t see anyone on the block.”

Delivery Guy: “I am right here.”

Me: “What address are you at?”

Delivery Guy: “[Wrong address a street over].”

Me: “Oh! I’m at [correct address].”

Delivery Guy: “Okay. So…”

Me: “So, see you soon!” *click*

(Ten minutes go by, and then he calls again.)

Delivery Guy: *irate* “Where are you!?”

Me: “Right where I was ten minutes ago… Where are you?”

Delivery Guy: “I am at !”

Me: “Okay… are you going to come to [correct address]?”

Delivery Guy: “UGH, FINE!”

(He finally showed up a minute or two later. He angrily showed me the receipt, which had the correct street but the wrong house number (two houses down), so he hadn’t even read the incorrect address properly. He did NOT get a tip.)