So, mana_trini went to the post office with a map* in hand just in case and the conversation went a little something like this:
J: I need to see my postman.
Desk clerk: Go to the outside window.
J, at outside window, repeats line above adding our current address.
Clueless: What's your postman's name?
J: Um, I don't know. I've never seen him
Clueless: Where do you live?
J repeats address
Clueless: I deliver there.
J: OK, so I assume I'll now be getting my mail.
Clueless: What's your house number. Rue de la Vigie is a long road.
Narrator: There are a couple of roads named "rue de la Vigie" here. We live on a very short one.
J: I don't have a house number. Look, here's a map to my house. This is X. *points to plainy marked X* Do you know where X is?
Cluesless studies map: No
J: Do you know where Y is?
J: Do you know where Z is?
Narrator: X, Y, and Z are ALL in the street perpendicular to the post office.
J: My landlord's name is _____; do you know where he lives?
Clueless: What does he do?
J: I'm not sure, but his wife sells tickets at the ferry office.
Clueless: Was he in the military?
Clueless: Ah, he's in the moving business.
J: So, can I now assume I'll be getting my mail?
Clueless: I don't deliver there, but I'll be sure to give your map to your postman when I see him.
Narrator: Riddle me this: I still have no mail because a) no one loves me, not even bill collectors, or b) Clueless is at fault?
J mentioned the problem to the landlord, and he said he would have a word with the postman. We shall see.
*I wanted to draw the map from the post office all the way to my door, but J thought that was taking things a little too far. Um, yeah. Score one for me, zero for J. :P (but you know I love you, darling. :D)