Maybe go out, maybe stay home
At two-thirty in the morning our doorbell rang, massively freaking the cats. (They associate doorbells with vacuum cleaners. We have not been able to afford for people to come to our house with vacuum cleaners in four years, but the cats remember and they do not trust anything that rings.) After it rang a second and a third and possibly a fourth time, I went downstairs in my bathrobe to see if it was a crisis. It was a delivery guy with what smelled like Thai basil, trying to deliver takeout to the third-floor people. They were not answering their doorbell. They were not answering their phone. He finally asked if I could just give the order to them. I tried to explain that they were not housemates but other tenants with whom I interact mostly in passing on the stairs, but he insisted on handing it to me anyway.
The third-floor people did not answer when I knocked. I have left the food on their mat with a note on top of it explaining the situation and hoping it was something they actually ordered, although I can't really imagine swatting a person by sending them Thai food at half past two in the morning.![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch fears that they are elsewhere for the night and the order just reverted to their default address, which means that somewhere in Boston are two people really jonesing for their drunken noodles and wondering what went wrong with the all-night delivery. If so, I am confident that it will still be edible in the morning, but in the meantime the stairwell really smells like Thai basil and I feel it is heroic of me not to be eating my upstairs neighbors' food right now.
I hope it is not considered rude under the circumstances that we didn't tip.
[edit] THE MYSTERY IS SOLVED. The third-floor people left us a nicely handwritten note under the door explaining that they had canceled the order at one in the morning and were not expecting it to arrive hours later, after they had gone to sleep. They feel terrible that we had to deal with the delivery guy and the doorbell. I have assured them that we do not blame them for the balls-ups of the delivery service and we're just glad they weren't somewhere other than their apartment, missing late-night dinner.
Obviously, the moral of this story is that I should have eaten the food.
The third-floor people did not answer when I knocked. I have left the food on their mat with a note on top of it explaining the situation and hoping it was something they actually ordered, although I can't really imagine swatting a person by sending them Thai food at half past two in the morning.
spatch fears that they are elsewhere for the night and the order just reverted to their default address, which means that somewhere in Boston are two people really jonesing for their drunken noodles and wondering what went wrong with the all-night delivery. If so, I am confident that it will still be edible in the morning, but in the meantime the stairwell really smells like Thai basil and I feel it is heroic of me not to be eating my upstairs neighbors' food right now.I hope it is not considered rude under the circumstances that we didn't tip.
[edit] THE MYSTERY IS SOLVED. The third-floor people left us a nicely handwritten note under the door explaining that they had canceled the order at one in the morning and were not expecting it to arrive hours later, after they had gone to sleep. They feel terrible that we had to deal with the delivery guy and the doorbell. I have assured them that we do not blame them for the balls-ups of the delivery service and we're just glad they weren't somewhere other than their apartment, missing late-night dinner.
Obviously, the moral of this story is that I should have eaten the food.
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I suspect the answer to (b) is yes, because we are well within the ambit of Tufts, but I bet (a) is more in play—I would not be at all surprised if a delivery driver is supposed to have a certain number of successfully completed deliveries in order not to get dinged. It sounds like accountability on paper. In practice, well, look at this circus.
Still, I'd complain to either the restaurant or the delivery company. They can't have their people ring random doorbells at 2:30AM. In fact, that probably qualifies as disturbing the peace.
The upstairs people (see ETA) are actually placing a complaint, since not only did it disturb us, it was food they had no longer wanted in the first place. Which takes this entire incident into the realm of farce and now I really want Thai food for dinner, although probably not from that restaurant.
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