My old neighborhood has cluster mail boxes with package lockers. (Which of I looked hard enough I might still have a key to. But also pretty sure I'm commiting a federal crime at that point).
Yikes! I'm fortunate that we are still good friends with our old neighbours, so I've had them retrieve any packages or pick-up cards whenever this happened after we moved.
It's a townhouse community. Unfortunately all our neighbors we knew moved out about the same time we did.
Also, the people we sold it to are a little sketch. Not sure how comfortable I feel just knocking on their door. Hopefully they just reject it and the post office figured t out. Our old mail carrier was pretty savy.
I got a work cell phone last year. I keep getting calls for an Isaac. I looked up his name and I'm pretty sure he's in jail. I did get a very nice "Feliz ano Nuevo" text message from his Abuela though.
I keep getting calls from an old woman and her husband Wilbur who want to change their car insurance because they don't drive much anymore. Needless to say their several voicemails are falling upon deaf ears.
I once tried to speak to the old lady but I'm positive she forgot the entire conversation 5 seconds after she hung up the phone. Then about a year later I got a text from her relatives in Italy looking for the same priest because he had married some of them.
Pretty certain all witches.