The mystery of the missing factory toilet soaps

TWO days ago, a motorcycle rider knocked at the iron-grilled gate of our house to deliver something. The moment I opened the door, from a distance of 5 meters, I saw him using his mobile phone to photograph the item as if it was the first time he saw it. I asked him: "What are you doing?" He replied: "Sir, it's for proof of delivery."

I suggested the best way is to do a close-up photograph with the house number as an added value of proof of delivery. Of course, he was aware that some people don't want to be photographed or their house for security reasons. I know that as well. The rider whose face turned blank as a crumpled Manila paper told me there was no need for it as their delivery route is constantly monitored.