About a week after we moved in to our current place, my daughter called us from her room at the front of the house (our room is in the half-basement at the back). It was around 2am and she said there was someone shining a flashlight into our cars and walking around the yard. Then they started knocking on the door. It was a cop, who was looking for the owner of a car involved in a hit-and-run and the vehicle was registered to our address. Mr. Bells groggily said the cars in our driveway were the only ones we owned and we’d only lived there a week and he said “Ok” and left.
It’s been two and a half years and we still get mail for the previous tenants, by the way. The most baffling is mail from a school district that our house isn’t even in. Like, how did they give them this address and somehow get their kid enrolled?!
