Have you noticed how it's only when you play an incident back in your mind that it can be irksome ?
Let me explain ...
Last night, about 6.30, it was dark outside when I heard a knock at the door. I went down and standing outside was a stocky, smartly dressed guy with dark hair and one of those plastic i.d. cards around his neck.
I said "Hello ..."
He just said "Is this number 1 ?"
I then explained that my house didn't have a number and that number 1 was at the other end of the avenue ... well, next to the end because the houses at each end of our avenues have house names only.
And then he went without a 'thank you' or anything. All he said was "Is this number 1 ?"
Now there was a time when a stranger knocking on someone's door, unless he was a doorstep assassin, would say something like "Good evening ... sorry to trouble you ... but I wonder if you could tell me is this number 1 ?".
Who or what was he ? He could have been the police ... a council representative ... or a double-glazing salesman ...
I know what he wasn't ~ courteous and polite.
Perhaps I've been in this world too long.