Shiny Objects

I guess everyone collects things from time to time. Usually it's something specific people have a fancy for. Jewelry, books, music, cars, bugs, you know. For me, it's mail. Everyday I come home and find my mailbox stuffed with mail. Mail from banks, flyers, mail from the tax man, those credit card companies, utility/phone/cable bills, and don't forget friends and family from time to time. It's fun to open it and see what's inside.

I welcome it all. Except...

It seems, you see, that I run a halfway house in my home. Yep, that's gotta be it, because I also get R. Smith's mail and L. Harvey's mail and E. Dent's mail and about 6 others(names changed to protect identities) equally unknown but apparent residents. I have been residing here for over a year now and still I get mail for people, only one of whom I can identify as I took this place over from them. What do you do when people, mostly government agencies and those aforementioned credit card companies, keep sending you other peoples mail? How long do you keep firing it back with big red "MOVED" or "NOT THIS ADDRESS" messages handwritten across the front? And you'd think these addressees would be wondering where their mail is. I know I'd be making some phonecalls if my banking/tax/medical/credit letters and notices were not being sent to me.

So I have this collection of other people's mail that, if I don't immediately fire back, will undoubtedly end up in the flyers pile to be taken out with the next garbage run.
And you know what the biggest frustration of all this is? I am so very tempted to open one or two of these incoming misdirects and see just what's inside. But I don't. Crap.


Post Script: Have you seen the King Kong trailer yet?!? Awesome, isnnit!!!!!