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The Last Email I Received in My Junk Folder
How do I feel about it?
Can I say meh? Bleh? No feelings at all. I normally don’t even look at my junk folder. Why would I? I can’t even catch up with my real email to be bothered with junk!
A while ago (and I mean a fair while ) probably 2020 when I was locked up, I bought something from Beverly Hills MD a plastic surgeon Dr John Layke — don’t you think Layke is a little pretentious? He can’t be Lake? Anyway, I’m on his mailing list.
I bought 3 jars of Dermal Repair Complex thinking it was a magical cream only to discover there were three jars of pills! Nowhere in the advertising was this mentioned so I felt kinda ripped off. I don’t want to be taking any more pills than I already am and I certainly don’t want to be taking anything that might improve the condition of my skin. But did I send them back? Of course not! Too much trouble sending stuff back to whence it came.
And to add insult to injury I get these junk emails from Dr Layke (always with his photo — he is /was a pretty good-looking dude. — the photo has never changed) which is the only good thing about it. He’s pretty creative with his email subject too. (He must have gone to the same “how to write an engaging email” school as me, and this time it’s “Let’s talk about …Adrienne.” Everyone wants to read something about…
