About 3 lustrum ago when I had sons in Boy Scouts, one of the Dads was an retired FBI field man. During one night around the Saturday night campfire he said that wrong addresses happen quite frequently. Breaking and entering however was very in-frequent primarily because getting ventilated was a situation they wanted to avoid. They usually surrounded the place if possible and made enough noise pounding on the door and such to spook the target into running.
He said one time when they had the wrong address, the homeowner met them at the door holding a sandwich. He then invited them to come in for lunch but apologized that he didn’t have enough sandwich meat for everybody (about 6 guys) - some would get peanut butter and jelly.
Hopefully those lighter times are not past us ...
And yet, somehow, the pizza deliver guy manages to deliver to the right address every time.
Perhaps they should hire those guys.