Ms. Nutz came home from a walk to find a van in our driveway, our back gate open, and a man sitting on our deck. She asked if she could help him and he said, "Nope, all good. I just finished cleaning your gutters!" Now, we had been talking about having someone do it this year as to prevent Old Man Nutz (me) from climbing the 28' foot ladder, but she said to him, "I didn't know my husband had called someone!?" "Is your name Susan (not real)?" he asked. "Nope, she lives next door." "Well, chit; I just cleaned the wrong house! This is only my third week on the job! Is your address 1102?" "Yup." He calls the company, and it turns out they had given him the wrong address; Susan's is 1100. I felt bad for him, but my wife assured me that the company felt bad about screwing up, and she could hear them laughing on the phone. She didn't have any cash on hand, or she would have given him something for his efforts. Now if only I could get someone to peel the paint off of the last side that I have to do this summer ... Edited to add that she went to the ATM and gave him $40.