That reminds me of a pizza place I ordered pizza from one night when I was in college. Now the apartment I rented with 2 other girls was on the 2nd floor of a Victorian house. There were two entrances to get up to our apartment, a staircase from the front door of the house and a staircase up the back to a mudroom off the kitchen. Oh and our house # was 208 W. Streetname. There was also a 208 E. Streetname, which I knew about so when we ordered delivery we always made sure to clarify we were on 208 WEST Streetname.
It was a night in winter, my roomates were out of the house and I didn't feel like driving anywhere, thus my reason for ordering. It had snowed in the last week and there was still snow on the grass and on the porch steps (which no one used, we usually all used the back entrances since the driveway for the house ended in a small parking lot for the two apartments)
Well I call them, place the order and wait the 30 minutes...no pizza. Okay, I tend to be pretty forgiving, especially on nights that are probably busy for them. I call them back after about 45 minutes and ask what the status is. "We came to the house and no one answered the door." Well I could hear people knocking on both front and back door but hadn't heard anything. Also, my bedroom window was at the front of the house looking down at the street and the entrance to the driveway and I hadn't seen any cars pull up and stop in the driveway. I ask for clarification which door they came too. "We came to the front door." "And it was 208 West Streetname, right?" They sighed huffily and said yes, of COURSE they came to the front door! I went downstairs and checked to see if I could see footprints in the snow leading up to the porch steps and in the bit of snow on the porch. No footsteps. None.
They said "Well we could run it back out there, but it would be cold." I figure well that's why microwaves were invented and I'm starving by now so I say "Sure, just bring it by." And this time I watched the street and driveway like a hawk for the 10 minutes it should have taken them to arrive. Nothing, no one, no knocking at either front or back door. I call them back. "We showed up and no one answered so we just cancelled the order."
Thankfully I was going to pay cash so I hadn't charged it and wasn't out anything but time. Groaning at the irony, I got in the car and drove to the nearest Wendy's for some dinner. So I ended up going out somewhere after all.