Netizens Reveal 33 Of The Weirdest Deliveries They’ve Ever Received Despite Not Ordering Them

When I was 21 I got a large box with my address on it but the wrong name. It was from the “Captain Morgan Rum Company”. I called them and told them a package had my address but not the correct name. They asked if I was at least 21 years old and then asked me to prove it by faxing them a copy of my drivers license. After they received proof they said it was a promotional package that was supposed to go to a bar in the area but said I could keep it. I thanked them and opened the package which contained a dozen bottles of rum, a life-size cutout of Captain Morgan, several T-shirts with Captain Morgan and some advertising slogan I don’t remember and a box of pirate eye patches. I’ve never been a big drinker but my friends and I still had a great time over the next few months drinking rum while wearing eye patches and saying piratey things - “Arrgh”. Update: Sadly my mother passed away a couple of months ago; my father passed 20 years ago. While going through her belongings and putting things in storage my brother and I ran across the safe in the closet and realized neither of us knew the combination. We contacted the company that made the safe and after giving them the serial number and verifying we had legal right to open it they sent us an alternate set of numbers. We opened the safe and aside from a few valuables and things my mother and father thought were valuable or might increase in value was the last remaining bottle of the Captain Morgan Spiced Rum we mistakenly received nearly forty years ago. I know it's not a forty year old bottle of scotch but nostalgia makes it feel every bit as special. I haven't opened it yet, not sure if I'm going to yet.

A friend of mine I England, mentioned one day at the pub( bar) that he could do with a cleaner as his old 1700’s mill house was getting too much for him. Next morning there was a sharp knocking on his door, he opened it and a large Middle aged lady pushed by him into the room and said, “ I'm Jean, your new cleaner, let's have a look at this mess!” He never had a chance to say a word, just stood there dumb. “ Right , where's the cleaning cupboard?” He pointed in the right direction. Muttering to herself she set about cleaning , “ I'll be a long while yet you can make yourself scarce untill supper time. “ He went out back to the pub and sat at the bar in a daze as he nursed his pint of beer. He returned to his house in the evening, everything was clean and tidy, Jean was sat down in the kitchen having a cup of tea. “ Umm, how much do I owe you?” He stuttered. All she said was, “ that garden shed has to be cleared out yet!” I'll attend to that tomorrow. I'll be staying in the upstairs front bedroom, breakfast will be at 9 o'clock on the dot! “ With that she climbed the stairs and was gone. That was nearly 5 years ago and she is still there cleaning and cooking. He still hasn't plucked up the courage to ask her any questions, and she has never asked for anything in return. ’ As he is a literary man I hope one day he will publish the whole story. Amazing!

My brother had three IPads delivered to his house from Amazon. No, he had never ordered them. So he called Amazon, explained what happened, and asked how to return them. Amazon’s answer was that someone had ordered them and had them sent to his house. They could nor (or would not) give him any more information, except that the order came from a state where he knew no one. And they told him to keep the IPads. Being the type of person he is, he donated all three to charity.

I came home to find a very nice 40 foot sailboat in my driveway! I had no idea who’s it was and why it was there. I had some friends coming over for dinner and they thought it was mine and I had won the lottery, we had a good laugh as I have always wanted a sailboat. It took a couple of days to solve the mystery , it was my neighbours new boat, but because his driveway had just been repaved he couldn't park the heavy trailer and boat on the new driveway till it cured. They had been on vacation and so had I ,so there had been missed communication. I told him he would have to pay rent, a beer and a trip on the his new boat! So he got the beer and we climbed up on the new boat and toasted to fair winds and following seas!

When I was at school, a long time ago, I came home to find a new television in the lounge. I was pleased, but a little surprised that my parents hadn’t mentioned it. We had recently moved into a new house on a newly built development. When my parents came home from work, they were as astonished as I was. It turned out that some new neighbours across the road had ordered the TV and given the delivery people a key to their house. That key fitted our house too, and several others in the same development! Needless to say. The developers were told to replace all the locks pronto! My dad always referred to it as our “reverse burglary”.

A railroad train battery. Like in choo choo. Called the delivery company who said they did not deliver it to the wrong address. So I told them when their customer realizes they lost their $20,000- $50,000 item, it would be here when they needed it. It took 4 months before someone called in a panic to get it back. The darn thing was HUGE! I should have charged them space rent.

The little fan that circulates air in my kitchen refrigerator/freezer c**pped out. I did my research, found the part number for the replacement, and placed an order for one fan with the manufacturer. I was billed for one fan (not cheap!) but what was delivered to my house was not one fan. It was one box containing one gross (144) fans. I pulled out the one fan I needed and called the manufacturer about returning the others. The representative had a good laugh about the mix-up, thanked me for being so honest (there were several thousand dollars worth of fans in that box), and said that they would send me a shipping label to stick on the box so I could call the shipping company for a pickup. A couple of weeks went by and no label. I called again and they said something like, “Oh, so sorry. Something got mixed up. We’ll get that label to you right away.” A few more weeks went by. Another call, another promise, another … nothing. Finally, I sent them an email, documenting all the phone calls and explaining that I had no obligation to store their fans for them or even to return them. I told them that if they couldn’t be bothered to send me a friggin’ shipping label to get them back, I would just dispose of them as I saw fit. (I was thinking eBay.) Finally, I gave them a one week deadline. I had their shipping label two days later and sent the fans back home.

My 2 1/2 year old son had been having nosebleeds for no reason for about 4 months. One such nosebleed was so fierce I had to take him to the ER where they packed his nose and told me he may need a blood transfusion. I kept telling his doctors there was something horribly wrong and I wanted more testing. They kept telling me his bloodwork was normal, although he did have some enlarged and irregular red blood cells. The drs put him on iron supplements and discounted my concerns as an overly protective first time mom until I became such a pest they finally wrote me a referral for a pediatric hematologist in San Francisco. Fast forward 2 months and we get in to see the new doctor. After doing bloodwork, she performed a bone marrow biopsy of his pelvis and we awaited results. Unfortunately the results came back as him having acute myeloid leukemia (AML). We set a date a few days later for him to be admitted for treatment. When I left the appointment, I went straight to my parents house to tell them the sad news. My parents showed me what had been delivered to their house that day. A book on Childhood Leukemia. How anyone knew the journey our family was about to take I have no idea. It couldn’t have been the medical staff because they wouldn’t have known my parents or their address. Only a few people even knew he was being tested that week. To this day, I don’t know who sent it, but I wish I could thank them. The book was so informative that my dad ordered several copies, so the respective parents, grandparents and great grandparents had their own copies. Mine became dog eared and frayed as I poured over the information and highlighted questions to ask the doctors and staff. Unfortunately, my son lost his battle. I remember finally reading the chapter on Death of a Child once he was diagnosed as having a terminal secondary infection in his lungs and brain. That book kept me sane for 4 months as my son battled his disease, with information the doctors and nurses never gave me. I still wish I knew who sent it, as I owe them a debt of gratitude. EDIT: Thank you for all the kind condolences. My son would be 28 on April 3, 2024. He was my only child and the light of my life. My husband and I tried for more children, but unfortunately fate did not allow us to have another child. We are doggy parents instead. I do want to say there wasn’t much more the doctors could have done except diagnose him a few months earlier. We found out he had a trisomy on one of his chromosomes that made him more susceptible to cancer. The worst part was he didn’t die of leukemia. It was in remission. He picked up a secondary infection in the hospital called aspergillosis meningitis, which took over his brain. We brought him home on New Years Day and he died in my arms on Jan 4th. Our nurses & his doctor at the second hospital were amazing, but I didn’t even know what questions to ask (this was pre-internet), so the book really did help me, as I imagined it’s helped countless other families. Benjamin’s Angel Anniversary, his birthday and Mother’s Day are all hard days for me, even 25 years later. I thought I’d share some pictures of him:

My last name is Warehouse, just like the building. This has led to lots of interesting things, like getting calls at my work about finding things at our district warehouse or getting my account banned on Quora back when they cared if you used a fake name. It also means I get weird deliveries. One day a big cardboard box showed up addressed to my wife, so I left it on the table without really looking at it. A few days later it was still untouched, so I asked her why she hadn't opened it yet. “That's not mine, it's got sports stuff all over it.” And it did! Now that I looked, the box clearly had a Nike logo on it. And on closer inspection, its address tag was a mess. There was a weird poorly printed label that said “redirect” that had my wife's name and our address in California on it, slapped over a very official looking original label that said the box was bound for a warehouse in New Jersey. And that's how I ended up with a box of 24 pairs of XXL Nike football gloves meant for the New York giants. It was weird.

Once I left a full laundry bag at a hotel in Tulsa. When I realized my mistake, I called to ask if they had found it. Surprisingly, the hotel had no lost and found procedures, and it took several days of calling to finally speak to a manager. I was told they had found it and would send the bag of clothes to me. Several weeks later, a very heavy package was delivered — it was a case of Kaboom! bathroom cleaner. I finally spoke to someone higher up about my experience and she mailed me a $200 gift card. So, never got the clothes back, but had $200 and it was a long time before I needed to buy bathroom cleaner again.

I was sitting on the couch one evening when the phone rang. Someone was calling to schedule my furniture delivery for the next day. “Furniture delivery? What?” “Yes, we have a delivery from XYZ furniture company that will be delivered tomorrow.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure!” “Do you know what it is?” “Looks like it’s a dining set.” “Uh-oh.” As it turns out, I had had some really painful dental surgery done a few weeks prior. I had been looking at some really expensive outdoor dining sets that I didn’t need for a while. I do remember that. But apparently, while under the influence of my pain medication, I went ahead and ordered it. For A LOT of money. And, of course, it was non-returnable. So, technically, I didn’t remember ordering it…but apparently, I did.

One morning I walked outside to find a food delivery in a brown paper bag sitting in my driveway, near the garage door. I hadn’t ordered anything and no one else was home to have ordered it. I brought it inside, after giving it a kick and found the menu from the restaurant. I called them and they said their delivery driver had had his car stolen the night before with that order in it. They had delivered another order to the house who should have had that bag. They reiterated several times not to eat the food.—No kidding. The house that was supposed to get that food has the same house number as mine, just next city over. Whoever stole that car dropped it off at my door just because the number happened to be the same, or it was handy to get rid of it there, or maybe they thought it was the actual delivery. Either way it was strange.

About a year ago we had a strange series of UPS and FedEx deliveries. They all had our correct address but the name was something like a cartoon character.. think something like Betty Poop. The first box was a plant stand. My wife took it back to FedEx. Two days later we got the same delivery! In the middle there were a few more deliveries.. my wife was thinking it’s a scam where someone would come by and steal the freshly delivered boxes. But the stuff we were receiving weren’t that kind of stuff you’d expect in a scam. We have an HOA with a complete list of homeowners. There was nobody with a name even close. Last box arrives.. it’s UPS and a big box of wallpaper. I send an email to the HOA mailing list, asking if anyone else was on the receiving end of same thing. I get an immediate call from a woman on my street about 10 houses away. She’s screaming that we are stealing her packages and she’s a decorator and we made her miss her deadline! Apparently the funky name was her new business name! She wants me to deliver it all to her immediately or she’s calling the cops! I ask her what her address was and she recites MY address.. I tell her to go outside and look at the number on her house. And that I’m putting all her boxes out in my driveway and she should come get it! Ten minutes later there’s a man in an SUV picking up the boxes. No apology, no admission of fault. I still wouldn’t know the woman if I saw her today!

We lived on three acres in Tennessee, about half wooded. One morning in the 1990’s we woke up to huge white balloon next to the pond. Attached to it was a packet of what turned out to be electronic gadgets. SPIES! Chinese espionage! Aliens planning an invasion? Then we found an envelope on the electronic packet with an explanation and a phone number to call. It was from the US weather folks. When I called the number, they asked us to keep or dispose of the actual balloon, but they told me how to mail the instrument package back to them. They were very grateful that we found the balloon. Of course we sent the packet to them. Anybody out there had a similar experience?

A pair of extremely expensive binoculars. I called the company and asked about it, and it turns out my credit card number had been stolen by someone in Bakersfield, CA. When they billed my credit card, the CC company automatically changed the address to ship it to me, not there. I went online and found 2 more bogus charges on my CC to a gun store in Alabama. I called them and told them to stop the orders, since they were bogus. They were so happy, and managed to stop the shipments for those high dollar items. The Binocular place immediately sent me a call tag which I’d requested, and I returned their binoculars since that’s what honest people do. They were super nice binoculars, but they weren’t mine. And of course I reported the stolen CC info and got a different one.

When I was 35 I got a big box delivered to my door and I hadn’t ordered anything as Amazon didn’t exist back then. I took it in and opened it immediately only to find a box of VERY LARGE Depends (adult diapers)! I was shocked and thought that was a little out there! I mentioned it at work the next day and my coworker (with whom I had a prank war going on with at work) died laughing and said I was wondering when they would show up! She definitely stepped up the war!

I was woken up early one morning to a group of men walking around on my roof. They were speaking a language that I didn't understand. Me, yelling loudly: what are you doing here? Guy in broken English: fixing roof Me: Fixing what roof? Guy: fixing roof Me, gesturing: my roof is new and doesn't need fixing guy: fixing roof Me: what is the address of the house you're fixing? Guy, pulling out papers from his Levi's pocket, looking down: Oh s**t!

This was when I was a child so roughly between 18-27 years around. One day my mother and I came home, there was a ham in a cooler outside our door. My mom was a single/divorced mother and we were socially economically disadvantaged (poor) and people sometimes gave or left us things like clothes but rarely meat. This was pre-grocery delivery in town and the meat guy was still a thing but we hadn't ordered anything (and I don't think he sold ham but I could be wrong). We didn't find out for months who sent it and it was good so we took it as a blessing. One random day, months later, my father (who was good at providing but not a huge emotional capacity) asked my mom how she liked the ham. It was interesting trying to figure out who sent it.

Had a large delivery truck show up on my driveway one day and unload a huge crated Jacuzzi tub on my driveway. I went out and they had delivery paperwork they wanted me to sign. I told them I had not ordered anything, especially as large as what was sitting on the driveway. I looked at the paperwork and the street address was the same as mine except for it being a community four miles away which is a “high rent” area (Sands Point, NY). I pointed that out and they had to load the tub back onto the truck and take it to the correct community.

I had a big box show up on summer afternoon and I knew I didn’t order anything. I opened the box and found it was full of makeup. Now I KNEW I didn’t order it! I contacted my bank and they confirmed someone had used my credit card info to order two thousand dollars worth of makeup. I then ask why someone would use my card info and send the c**p TO MY ADDRESS? The lady started laughing and said whoever got the batch of credit card info wasn’t smart enough to change the shipping address so they’ve been getting calls all day from people with the same issue. You’ve got to be a pretty big moron to get a bunch of stolen credit card numbers, and then try to use them with the wrong address so they got nothing out of it.