I know it’s been a while but I just have to tell you what happened.

So, I’m sitting at my desk in my small office when I see this lady walk up to the door. She jiggles the handle and then pounds on the door. Before I can get there though, she turns, shoves something in the mailbox and leaves.

Huh, she must have needed to drop something off for a project or something.

I walk out and grab what she put in the mailbox. There are three pieces of mail. Each with a different address on it. None of it with our address on it. Not our number — not even our street.