Article Written By: MarkeD
As we have recently moved into a new house, we keep receiving post that isn't ours. So far we have had such interesting things as four energy saving light bulbs of various sizes, a huge packet of long wearing prescription contact lenses, an ACDC belt buckle, car insurance payment demands and a pepper grinder.
As there are no numbers on our house or that of next door, occasionally we will also receive next door's mail too. Every afternoon when the postman comes, we eagerly run down to the small opening that is the letterbox and wait in our pyjamas to see what the postman will push through the brass this time. If we see that it does not belong to us then we quickly open the door and shout for him to come back. After we started to have the problem of the unwanted post, (unwanted except for the pepper grinder) I realised that since coming to university I had lived in a total of three houses. I probably still had wage slips from my days as a Jager girl wafting around in the community post room of my first university let. As I am fully aware of how scatty I can be when it comes to informing banks, building societies, car insurance companies etc...of my new address I have made sure that all of my mail is still sent home to my parents. Aside from my dad 'helpfully' opening my mail for me and then 'tidying' it into the bin on occasion, it works out much better than if I had to call every single organisation or company that I receive letters from. It always makes my weekends at home a little more exciting as I look forward to sifting through all the letters that aren't anything to do with finance. I am one of those people who would probably get fraudsters moving into my previous lodgings. I am sure that they would love to receive my old bank statements along with the details of my student loan, savings and new bankcard number. Crimewatch has tainted my view of the world you see. Now every time I pause at a cash machine I take a furtive glance over my left and right shoulder, then I check that there isn't a cleverly fitted camera poised to capture my fingers as I type in my pin number. I wonder what odd things other people have received in the mailbox over the years. I would like to think that if one house receives such a variety of objects there must be some other people who have experienced the same problem. After all, students buy the most weird and wonderful things at university. Where else could you expect to get away with wearing an ACDC belt?
This Article Has Been Published on Sat, 24 Jan 2009 and Read 251 Times