The birds are singing, the flowers are blooming, the sun is (barely) over the horizon.  A programmer is awakened by the incessant ringing of his front door bell.  He stumbles to the front door, opens it, and is confronted by two friendly tradesmen in matching T-shirts.

 Programmer:
Yes?

Tradesman #1:
We’re here.

Programmer:
<pause>
Good for you.
<long pause>

Tradesman #1:
We brought your floor.

Programmer:
All my rooms already have floors.

Tradesman #1:
No, your new floor.  We brought your new floor.

Programmer:
Somebody gave me a new floor?

Tradesman #1:
No, you bought a new floor.

Programmer:
No, I did not.
<pause>
I did not buy a new floor.

There is a very long pause, during which a fluffy white dog appears at the programmers feet and growls at the tradesmen.   Tradesman #1 leans back, looks at a portion of the house front where there is no street number and says.

Tradesman #1
Oh, this is the wrong address.

Programmer:
Then we agree on at least one  thing.

He closes the front door and starts to make the dog breakfast.

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