We’ll Have A Wibbly-Wobbly Timey-Wimey Pepperoni, Please

I am delivering pizzas at an apartment building. As I get out of my car, a woman approaches me.

Woman: “What apartment is that for?”

Me: “306.”

Woman: “306? Oh, okay. We haven’t ordered yet.”

Me: “…”

As we don’t have any psychics or a time machine, we were unable to deliver her food before she had ordered it.