The new neighborhood menace

We've been hit by a roving band of garage door repairmen. Well, one. See, our old door was removed and the guy was set to come back later in the day to install the new one. Fine, good. The tile guy was here all day, so I went off to work at M's office. Got home, look! New door! Only one problem: it wasn't our door. Our garage door guy kept calling and saying he was on his way, and we said "huh? we already have a door, dude." Turns out, some doofus from another company was supposed to install a door on another house around here, but he didn't have the address for it. He saw we had no door, and thought "well, Cletus, that there must be the place!" and installed his little heart out. It was the same size. Same color. Turns out he was off by just one house. Both door companies said they'd never even heard of this happening, in over 20 years. I think my "weird stuff happens to me" fate is spreading to the house as well... But just in case, close your garage doors. You could get hit too.