No, Ms. Census Bitch, you are being difficult, and you can go the hell away
You left two slips, and that entitles you to complain that you've been coming "quite often"? Come to think of it, you left your name and a phone number, so how about I track you down and leave litter on your front door? How about I come knocking at 8 p.m. when you're preparing dinner?
It's bad enough that my unwilling taxes pay for your job, but you have to give me a high-and-mighty attitude, accusing me of being difficult?
Yes, you goddamn moron, this address is what you see on the front of the house. What do you really think, we like the number? The street sign is wrong?
There are two people who live here, and that's all you need to know. I don't have ten minutes for you. Just go away and never come back.