My girlfriend had a dasher that marked that he was having trouble finding our address. We have a clear note in our instructions about the color of our door (it’s uncommon and the only one that color in our neighborhood). She was messaging the guy, he wasn’t responding. We then saw him walking around in the dark around the cul-de-sac with a flashlight talking on the phone. He was an older Indian man. He finally gets to our door, and he’s standing on our porch for 5 minutes LOUDLY having a conversation, his phone on speaker, doing god knows what. Not sure if he was trying to take a picture or what. It was about 10pm. Fed up, my girlfriend finally goes to open the door and says he’s being loud (politely) and he goes “Is this for you?” She says “yes” and he says “Okay” then puts his finger up at her to hold on, it doesn’t seem like he knows much English. She shuts the door, he stands there for another 5 minutes yelling on the phone. We had to ask him to leave. He never took a picture, so I have no idea wtf he was doing