Junk Mail My Fault
“Do you have an e-mail address?” “No,” I looked the saleslady in the eye. She looked me in the other eye and punched the store computer to print my receipt. I don’t care what she thought but I’m not giving out my e-mail address anymore. I used to complain about junk mail, not realising that it was all my fault. I gave away my e-mail freely, like water down the Canim Falls in British Columbia. My inbox ended up overflowing with: Grocery flyers advertising two for one toilet soap and baked beans. Win a free trip to Belize said a travel agency Seat sale from the last airline I used to fly to Toronto You have been chosen to win a computer or mobile phone. Can you imagine? Me? Who has never been given anything for free in her life? White sale ads about pink or black sheets and towels I don’t need. Computer sales. Apps I should buy. The list goes on. My carelessness is also responsible for the mess in my inbox. Some shops or online merchants as