I pulled up to the house just as a woman and her dog were leaving to go for an afternoon walk. I reached for a dog biscuit as I stepped out of the truck. The dog ate it up while I talked to the woman.
“This is for you.” I said as I handed her the small cardboard box.
She examined the label with a slight look of confusion on her face. The dog had by now made quick work of his unexpected treat.
“You are on the wrong street. This package is for 3001 Swallow Place. My house is 3001 Swallow Bend.” she replied.
“My mistake, but I will need that dog treat back.”
A moment of awkward silence ensued.
This whole situation happened to me this week, but the I didn’t come up with the last line until after I drove away. I guess my sharp wit is balanced out by my poor timing. Maybe that’s why I write so much stuff on the Internet.