Food Fairy

So, I’m sitting here, at the laptop, just watching TV – when there’s a knock on my door. I’m not expecting anyone and the roommate doesn’t knock, so – who the hell?

I get up and go look. Some random guy standing there with a bag. Weird. But he’s facing my door. I open the door. He hands me the bag. I give him the universal “What the fuck is going on?!” look, but it apparently didn’t register with him. He says “Thank you.” and walks off. I’m like, okay, this is weird. Maybe it’s like a secret santa thing, someone brings you something, you pass it on to another neighbor – that sort of thing.

I look in the bag – Chinese Food. Oooooooooooo-kaaaaaaaaaaay. I so didn’t order this and it’s sitting on my floor – staring at me.

And I feel like a moron for not looking in the bag before the guy walked off so I could say “I didn’t order this.”

GAH! There’s no menu included in the bag, so I can’t call the place up and be all “So, um, this delivery guy gave me food . . . “

I feel all weird. I mean, the guy didn’t ask for money, so I guess it got paid for over the phone. I also feel badly because there’s enough food here to feed a family of four – or more.

Someone’s going without their dinner.

EEE!

What do I do?!

~* Edit *~
One of my upstairs neighbors just came to get it. The delivery guy got the wrong apartment number. (Duh.) I’m glad I didn’t eat it. But – man. Now I want an egg roll!!!