The old roommate received a hand written letter from the Melbourne Gateway facility (they screen mail). I’ve never wanted to know what’s in someone else’s mail so badly
I used to get shit tons of Justice Department letters for a presumed ex tenant. After sending back NATA about ten I stopped until I had that many again, then sent them all taped together. It stopped after that. Google wouldn’t tell me and I didn’t dare open them.
When companies keep ignoring the NATAs over the span of many months, I enjoy fucking with the letters before sending them back. Nothing illegal, but never underestimate the power of writing not at address on a letter 100 different times. All in varying fonts and pen colours, some upside down for added effect. Maybe even some passive aggression about how incompetent they must be to not know how to update someone’s address. Sprayed with a quick spritz of non flammable air freshener (I don’t want to blow up a post truck, after all), and scrunched up a few times before being chucked back in the post box.
I did ask the postie about it (don’t want to make his job harder), and he said as long as he can read the return address, and their robot can see the stamp, everybody finds it funny and it does a few laps of the LPO before going to the depot.
The old roommate received a hand written letter from the Melbourne Gateway facility (they screen mail). I’ve never wanted to know what’s in someone else’s mail so badly
I used to get shit tons of Justice Department letters for a presumed ex tenant. After sending back NATA about ten I stopped until I had that many again, then sent them all taped together. It stopped after that. Google wouldn’t tell me and I didn’t dare open them.
When companies keep ignoring the NATAs over the span of many months, I enjoy fucking with the letters before sending them back. Nothing illegal, but never underestimate the power of writing not at address on a letter 100 different times. All in varying fonts and pen colours, some upside down for added effect. Maybe even some passive aggression about how incompetent they must be to not know how to update someone’s address. Sprayed with a quick spritz of non flammable air freshener (I don’t want to blow up a post truck, after all), and scrunched up a few times before being chucked back in the post box.
I did ask the postie about it (don’t want to make his job harder), and he said as long as he can read the return address, and their robot can see the stamp, everybody finds it funny and it does a few laps of the LPO before going to the depot.
Oh there were very impolite words on the mass pack sending!