I know the feeling. I get a bunch of mail for "Joe Doe". The funny part was that the post office for some reason wants to know who all lives at my house: they've sent me the form to "register" with them a couple of times, I keep throwing it out. On the first piece of mail I got for Mr. Doe, they stuck a bright orange sticker on it saying "does this person live here? let us know so we can more effectively direct your mail."
Just leave me alone and deliver the stinkin' mail... or don't. If it is for Joe, I don't really want it. He don't live here no more.
