I\u2019ve been blessed. Or maybe cursed. Five times during the holiday season, I received wonderful gifts on the front door step, delivered by Amazon, FedEx, UPS and the U.S. Postal Service. There was one problem. They were for someone else. What the heck are you people doing out there? Didn\u2019t you ever hear of the Global Positioning System? Check addresses please. With all these fool-proof technologies, how can so many gifts be delivered to the wrong address and why does it have to be my house? If Santa can get it right, you can too. It\u2019s time for Jeff Bezos to take a billion out of this trillion-dollar bank account and buy Amazon some GPS gadgets that work...or better yet, invest in maps and magnifying glasses. One day I got what I suspect was a woman\u2019s retirement check in the mail, and she lived four miles away. But I forgave my mailwoman because she\u2019s overworked. A day later, I opened the door and saw a box on the step. \u201cThere\u2019s a package out here for you,\u201d I said to my wife. \u201cIt\u2019s not for me. I didn\u2019t order anything. It must be for you.\u201d \u201cNo, it\u2019s NOT for me; I didn\u2019t order anything either.\u201d \u201cIt has to be for you!\u201d she insisted Throughout this tense back-and-forth, the dog was barking like a lunatic, baring her fangs and scratching on the door to break it down because she hates packages, along with postal workers and any kind of delivery person. It must be some sort of canine virus because she shares this anger with every other mutt in the neighborhood. I\u2019m convinced the whole bunch of them should be sent for anger management at the dog obedience school. Whenever they hear a truck coming, a chorus of snarling and barking breaks out up and down the street. My wife always has to restrain her, so I can bring in the boxes. Two weeks ago, a package for my neighbor got delivered to our house, and the dog went after it with a vengeance. Oops! There was a Kate Spade handbag inside, and it may have gotten a few teeth marks on it. You\u2019ve heard \u201cMy dog ate my homework,\u201d but did you ever hear \u201cMy dog ate my pocketbook\u201d? The next day, the Amazon people came at 8:30 at night and delivered two boxes. \u201cThere are packages here for you,\u201d I yelled to Sandy. \u201cThey must be yours!\u201d \u201cThey\u2019re not!\u201d She held the dog, while I put on a trench coat over my pajamas \u2014 which is never a wise thing to do. The boxes were for another neighbor. As a good will gesture, I walked up the street to deliver them through a foot of snow in 20-degree weather in my slippers. Unfortunately, their dog is as crazy as ours, and I was sure he was going to crash through the storm door and go for my throat, or worse, my trench coat. The next morning, there was yet another box on the doorstep with writing that said, \u201cMeal Worms \u2014 NOT FOR HUMAN CONSUMPTION.\u201d \u201cSandra, your order of meal worms arrived!\u201d I hollered. \u201cWhat the @%$)*#?! are you talking about?\u201d \u201cYour meal worms! Didn\u2019t you order this five-pound box of meal worms?\u201d She hadn\u2019t. I\u2019m thankful for that because I don\u2019t want to think of what she\u2019d do with five pounds of mealworms. Season the Bolognese? The address label said it was for a fellow on the other side of town. I tried to call him, but he had an unlisted number, so I put on my trench coat and started my crosstown journey. My hunch was that the meal worms were alive...just in time for New Year\u2019s dinner. Somebody up there, PLEASE help us down here on Planet Earth! Are the GPS satellites malfunctioning or are people enjoying too much holiday recreational marijuana? I\u2019m afraid of what will happen when Amazon introduces the new and exciting drone delivery system. With this track record, they\u2019ll be crashing into telephone poles and ATM machines. Joe Pisani can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.