DEPARTMENT OF EMAILS TO THE BLOG THAT WE DID NOT FINISH READING

Dear Dave Barry,

Trusting that you are keeping well amid this pandemic.

I am writing this email to make a sincere follow-up on my previous email below to know whether you had the time to check it.

Comments

[Hudue U. Truste]

We regret to inform you of this bog's strict policy not to respond to previous emails. Thank-you for your concern, now stop it!

[Steverino]

At least is isn't what dogs do: You know, P mail.

[man tom]

If you check the sender, likely to be sent to you by you. They broke into your 'contacts' and are sending the email reminder from everyone saved in your 'contacts'.

Things I have actually done.

A telephone solicitor, a nice sounding young woman, called and tried to sell me something, specifically what it was she was selling I have forgotten. I asked her if she could call me at my office number, I couldn't take her call on that line. "Sure", she enthusiastically said. So, I gave her the police dispatch number. A minute or two later my phone started ringing over and over. I never answered. YES!

WARNING: Had I answered there would have ben a distinct possibility curse words would have been involved.

[nursecindy]

But Dave! They were being sincere!

[man tom]

Note, mrs. man tom didn't like it I gave the telephone solicitor my call back number, the police dispatch desk, and she let me know it.

[man tom]

Remember the great, it was annoying OK, song, Don't EMAIL Us, We'll EMAIL you?"

Really incredible this song has not been used in countless commercials. The song makes for a great earworm.

[Not Nursecindy or MOTW]

Eating cold baked beans out of the can, alone, for supper tonight man ton?

[Not Le Petomane]

Dear constant emailer--

As a courtesy, you should be notified that we now have access to alien teleportation capabilities, thanks to Roswell, New Mexico, contacts. Your next solicitation will be targeted to teleport you a gift box from Australia. We can guarantee it will contain the surprise of a lifetime.