I work at home. All the postal service providers took the mode of calling me to the home phone to open the door to the entrance. When the cleaner called to pick up water in my apartment, my patience ended. Called the repairman from the home phone service, he resettled my apartment number (a dozen more, there are no such rooms in the entrance).
And the Alleluia! Long awaited silence. Thank you, dear man, you didn’t even take money from me!