Heh, spam. Everyone has a story about it, whether it be about the ham/whatever (as I like to say, “hamever”) or the crap that floods your inbox.
My best piece of spam was when I was sent an email by some woman named Laura who had an “Exciting Opportunity” for me. I didn’t bite, it was classic spam material. Three weeks later, the same woman emailed me. Apparently, it hadn’t been spam at all, but someone seriously interested in giving me an “Exciting Opportunity”. Oh dear. Sometimes I even feel guilty about that, until I remember that spam or no, someone ought to feel guilty about exciting opportunities. What if they’re not exciting? Who do you complain to about them, then?
-Katie
