As I lay in bed a few minutes ago, the doorbell ring startled me. When I went to the door, I saw a couple of EMTs with a stretcher, and there was an ambulance in the background. As I opened the door, they realized that they were looking for number 12017, not 12107, on our street. They apologized and left.
My thoughts on this incident: it kinda sucks for the people at the other house to have help arrive five minutes later than it should have because of a misinterpreted address.
In case you're wondering, yes, we do get their mail from time to time...and they get ours.
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