Yesterday morning, an email popped into my inbox informing me that Lisa McGuiness had passed along my email address, and I was now being invited to Ginny Sherrow's upcoming sorority event.
I know, right?
As I was reading it, memories of sororities and college days danced through my head. Until I remembered that I don't know either Ginny OR Lisa, and I've never been in a sorority. (But for those few minutes my imagination was gathering around a lit candle and singing Kum-ba-ya, or whatever it is people sing in sororities, it was super fun.)
So even though they were telling me it was going to be "a hoot" to get together, and asked me to put them on their Christmas Card lists and everything, I just deleted it like I delete everything from people I don't know.
Because The Brain - who is the final word on computers around here - says that the surest way to get put on spammers' email lists is to respond to an email from a person you don't know. And since he is the person that has to fix my computer when I do stuff like that and it downloads viruses, I try not to do it too often. He gets a little testy when I do stuff he asks me not to, and then he has to clean up the mess. ...Kinda like that one time I crammed egg shells AND potato peelings in the garbage disposal, thinking no one would ever know the difference. But I digress...
Through the day yesterday, my inbox was sprinkled with "reply to all" emails --- rsvps from different people on that original invitation, who are either sorry they're not coming, or are excited and hoping to see as many people as possible there.
Every time I get another response (another one came in this morning), I stop and wonder exactly what it is that makes my email so valuable that Ginny (if that is her real name) is willing to produce such an elaborate set up, JUST to get me to send a reply so she can validate my address.
That or the "finding committee" wasn't too thorough in checking the people they were mailing to. So if you know either Ginny or Lisa, would you please tell them to take me off their party list?
I can't do it. I'd be better off shoving orange peels into the garbage disposal. At least that hasn't been expressly forbidden.