The door person at my building buzzed me to say there was a guest in the lobby (I was expecting no one), and because his accent is terribly thick I couldn’t make out the name though it sounded vaguely like the last name of someone I know.  So!  I dash downstairs only to find an older gentleman in a blue blazer and pink shirt.  Uh? We size each other up. Are you  ____? He asks.  No, not me.  He looks panicky and embarrassed.  Sorry, what building number is this?  I tell him.  I must have the wrong one.  Yes, you must.  He leaves the lobby in due haste.  Oops!  Someone was looking for a trick, and a treat, and I’m sorry to say that I am intended to be neither for you, good sir.  Still, I hope you get your candy this evening, I guess.