No, this is not 29 Linden

It's 27. But apparently the pizza man thought it was 29. I was sitting on my bed enjoying my after shower time and cleaning out my wounds that constantly occur because of my bike and its dull yet somehow sharp metal pedals when I heard the buzzer. I ignored it the first time, if someone was actually here for me they would call. Then I heard a knock and had to rush to get a tee shirt and shorts on. I opened the door and there he was holding the pie box.
"Pizza?"
"No."
"This is 29 linden?"
"This is 27."
"oh I am sorry."
(closes door)
Not that this event is anywhere near amazing. Obviously just a mistake on his part.
But he kind of reminded me of the man at dunkin donuts who was the worst employee I ever had to deal with.
So to the point that I'm not even ready to talk about.

oh people and interactions.