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:
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 ask me if I
would like to receive their promotional items.
They have a little box that I should tick if I don’t want them.
I’m going to be vigilant from now on. I’ll read the small print carefully. Otherwise, I don’t have anybody to blame if I
receive junk mail. It’s like blaming the
bank when there is no money in my account, forgetting that I gave my lover,
sister, daughter, even the priest my password.
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