Earlier this month, Mount Pleasant resident Tyler Curtis was in Durham, N.C., on a business trip; after a long day, he zonked out in his hotel room at midnight, having set his cell-phone alarm for 7:15 a.m. To his surprise, the phone rang less than five hours later, at 4:48. With his father in the hospital and his sister on an overnight transatlantic flight, Curtis feared the worst. Then he saw who was calling: his apartment building in D.C. “I was really confused,” he says. “Who the hell would come to my apartment at 4:48 a.m.? On a Tuesday morning?” The caller turned out to be a Washington Post deliveryman who couldn’t get into the building. Curtis momentarily considered buzzing him in but, irritated, just hung up. He called the Post later that morning to complain; he didn’t get his paper for the next two days, requiring another call to the Post. Deliveryman Robert Kalepo says that he had misplaced his passcard and didn’t mean to wake anyone. He had seen people up before and wanted to make sure he completed his deliveries. “I was so worried about leaving the papers outside,” Kalepo says. “I thought getting the papers was more important to them, but obviously not. Besides, who’s going to believe me, anyway, when I say I forgot my card?”—Huan Hsu