The family across the door is very peculiar.

They keep everything in their house.
Since it's right across the door, there are no labels for 401 and 402.

Delivery drivers and takeout couriers often deliver to the wrong door.
The problem is, this family on the other side always accepts the deliveries, not just accepts them,
They even open the packages after accepting.

They open the package, check the contents, then knock on my door and return it to me.
Once, I bought female products, and they opened the box for me.
It was really embarrassing.

And today, I ordered takeout, and it showed as delivered.
I called the delivery guy, and he said he didn't deliver to the wrong door.
Just as he was apologizing and planning to refund me, I heard a knocking at the door.

No doubt, it was the family across the door accepting my takeout again.
Then they told me the fried dough sticks inside looked delicious, and they took a bite.
They didn't touch anything else.

Oh my God, do you even know you ordered takeout?
Just because the fried dough sticks look good, you can take a bite and then return it to me?
And you even emphasized that nothing else was touched?

The mother and son across the door just looked at me with a smile.
I could only awkwardly smile, take back my takeout,
Seeing the bite marks on the fried dough sticks, I felt a thousand "fuck you" in my heart.