The woman who lived here before us has still not gotten around to forwarding her stupid mail to her stupid new address. Thus far we have received a letter addressed to the "Pro-Life Representative" of the local Fundie church, a YM magazine that was destined for what we assume was her teenage son, and today, along with a brochure shouting "Denture Wearers: Look at This!" in loud red letters, what appears to be a newsletter from the local booster society of the Canadian Alliance.
Uck. The next time this woman comes 'round to fetch her mail, and gods willing, I will be the one who receives her, I am going to tell her that any future creepy mail that arrives in our mailbox not addressed to us will be taken right over to the post office, where I will tell them that I don't care what they do with it, but stop sending it to *us*.
We've been here almost three months. She's been out a month longer. Forwarding her stupid mail is *not* that hard.