I got this spam email the other day.
Listen, I am not sure whether you got my first email or not. I am sort of concerned. People are making me feel uncomfortable and I don’t like being in the middle. Some of the staff are spreading rude jokes behind your back about your weight. I personally have no problem with you being you. Please don’t come back at me for informing. I just wish to help if anything.
I thought about mentioning it to a boss but then to have something like this explode is silly and embarassing for everyone involved, including you being the center of attention. If you really want to make somewhat of a difference, I know my cousin and friend both used this and it worked very well for them. They grabbed it off the internet to keep a low profile & stay confidential. This was the site they got it from, if this helps any. http://www.blah blah blah.com
Again, I don’t like people insulting others behind their backs. I am only trying to help. Which I hope I am.
Thanks for at least listening & I hope I am not out of line by writing this. I am only trying to help.
Thankfully I’m not worried enough about my weight to look over my shoulder on this one. That and the office I work in is in my bedroom where there’s only one other employee, my husband, who, if there were jokes to be made about my weight, would hopefully tell them straight to my face so that we could laugh together about what a lazy ass I’ve become.
But the fact that “Mark” took the time to write something this authentic sounding, this personal, this grammatically correct, just to get people to visit a diet pill site? That disturbs me. I’m not bothered by the emails with the subject line “GIGANTCOCdK stats”, or by the emails that approve me for a home loan of $400,000 even though they didn’t get my name right, or even by the emails using the random sentence generators (JavaChina is roughly similar to JavaOne. Methodologies work well regardless of granularity. But Northern Thailand is a remarkable place and in hindsight deserves so much more than a pathetic week exploring each crevice of its lush mountainsides. We get a parking ticket. Front row baby, upstairs.). These all follow the traditional spam patterns of blatant or bizarre obviousness. In other words, they look like spam.
But that one I got could genuinely do harm to someone’s psyche if they didn’t look closely at the return email address, y’know? And it’s possible that the same person whose psyche would be hurt by this email is just the sort of person who wouldn’t notice that the return email address is from a John Deere dealer. In a way, it also makes me sad for “Mark.” Here he is, a pretty good writer, and he’s stuck selling John Deere tractors with no other outlet for his sensitive writing than to generate spam. Just think! He could be making millions as a blogger.