A lot of us have been on both sides of this door: the knocker and the knocked.

But in this story, it’s a hard no for this hard knocking neighbor.

Let’s open it up.

AITA for knocking on a neighbor’s door and expecting an answer?

A few days ago, I realized recently that I didn’t get a package I was expecting.

I checked the tracking information and saw that it had been delivered a week ago, to the person with my apartment number in the other building in my apartment complex.

Annoying inconvenience but easy enough to right this wrong.

So I went over to the other building at around 6pm, ensured I was at the right place using the photo taken by the delivery person, and knocked on the door.

No answer.

That’s fine, I figured, they must be out, so I decided to come back the next day.

This neighbor is nothing if not determined.

The next day, there’s still no answer.

Then on the third day, I can hear the television inside the apartment.

Aha! So I knock on the door and… nothing. No response.

I wait a few minutes, then knock on the door again.

I figure maybe they were in the middle of something, or not appropriately dressed to answer the door.

Still no answer.

What would you do now? Stay or go? What will they do?

I wait a few minutes and knock again.

This goes on for maybe 10 minutes or so.

Admittedly, at this point I was already peeved from being completely ignored, and also having had to spend several days on this.

So about the fourth or fifth time knocking on the door, I suddenly hear a woman screaming at me from inside, “IF YOU TOUCH MY FREAKING DOOR AGAIN, I’M CALLING 911.”

Whoa, that escalator went up fast. Will this angry neighbor follow through?

I try to explain that I had a package delivered to her apartment, to which she screamed, “I NEVER GOT YOUR STUPID PACKAGE! NOW LEAVE, OR I’M CALLING THE POLICE!!”

I told her I had a photo of the package delivered to her door.

She paused, then went back to screaming that I was scaring her, and that she was calling the police.

I told her fine, go ahead, tell them a neighbor is knocking on her door looking for a package and see what 911 has to say about that.

I left and went to the office and explained the situation.

Bet OP wishes they woulda done that sooner. Maybe the office will recover the package.

The office emailed her, along with my photo of the package, at which point she said she did get the package, but had her boyfriend place it in the mailroom right outside their elevator.

(This is not where packages go, as it’s unsecured: there’s a package room maybe 50 feet away he could have delivered it to instead, or dropped it off with the office about 75 feet away.)

Unsurprisingly, my package was gone by this point, having either been stolen or discarded.

Nope, looks like it’s gone for good.

So my question is: AITA for knocking and expecting an answer?

I wouldn’t necessarily expect her to open the door, but to at least say hello and ask me why I was knocking?

I thought about leaving a note, but I have some wrist pain that makes writing difficult, and I don’t own a printer.

I try to be respectful of the fact that women can feel threatened by men.

That’s good… but maybe it didn’t come across that way?

If I’m walking late at night, I’ll make a point of not following behind a woman, of veering around a woman walking the other way to give her as much space as possible, etc.

I do see how a man knocking on her door could be intimidating, even though I’m not intimidating as men go.

Should I have given up after the first or second knock?

Did I do something wrong by expecting a reply when I can hear someone watching TV?

This neighbor lost a package and burned a bridge.

What do the comments think? AH or nah?

This person says the no-show neighbor was probably a thief.

Someone else seconds the thief theory.

Another person says, didn’t anyone ever tell you not to open the door for strangers.

Another person says YTA.

Here’s a third vote for, neighbor’s a thief.

Knock, knock, who’s there?

Not your Amazon package.

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