A few months ago I ordered $200 worth of business cards for a webseries I write on the side. To play it safe, I had them sent straight to my friend in New York, where I could pick them up when I arrived later that week for filming. I pulled up the most recent address she sent in an email—having recently moved—and placed my order.
But as I drove up that Friday, I had a gnawing feeling that something about the address wasn’t quite right. I knew I was just being paranoid, but I left her a quick voicemail to make sure she’d received the package.