We were yelling at each other through the door, over my dog who was making credible threats to kill him. "You don't have any wasps?" he asked. 
"You're in the wrong place!" I yelled.
"Well, where's [the address he was looking for]?" he asked.
"That's South [street name]!" I yelled, and pointed south. "Not North [street name]!" I yelled, and pointed at the floor. 
He said "Well, sorry," as he was leaving, but he said it reproachfully, as if I were the one in the wrong.