(I live in an apartment, and I’m eating dinner when I hear a knock on my door.)
Guy: Hey, sorry to bother you, but do you have any hot sauce?
Me: Uh, I think I might have some taco seasoning.
Guy: Taco seasoning? Nah. Thanks anyway.
Me: Sure, no problem. *closes door*
(Then, from next door, I hear a knock, and him asking again if the occupant has any hot sauce. I hope you find yourself some hot sauce eventually, dude.)