Sometimes weird ones. Behold this recent exchange which apparently should be going to someone named Kelly but has managed to find its way to my inbox. This happens to my gmail address pretty regularly, for some reason, even though that address has (to my knowledge) never belonged to anyone except me — I've had it since pretty early on in the Gmail days and I would be surprised if someone else had had it before me and then closed their account.
Anyway, on with the show. Here is the initial email I received:
Ok, a simple case of mistaken identity, I guess. I have no idea what a hertall is and Google won't even spell-correct that into something sensible for me so I have no reasonable guess. (Anyone?) I'll just gently rebuff her advances:
She's persistent though. A couple of days later she tries again:
Didn't take the hint the first time I guess. Ok, I'll play along:
That seems generic enough to cover whatever it is that Kelly might be feeling. It's not very detailed, but with her new hertall and everything she wouldn't really be expected to write a novel, right?
Joanne is persistent, I'll give her that. Not so hot on reading the From: line line though, is she? I feel like I'm over my pseudo-suicidal period now, maybe something more up-beat this time? So I hit her with what we in the business call the Blanch Devereaux Offense:
In my defense I did have to look those lyrics up. Unfortunately, since that last exchange I have not heard back from Joanne. Maybe I came on too strong and scared her off. Maybe she was so moved by my sentiment that she is still composing her reply. I don't know. If there are any developments in this important story I will be sure to update you.