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Saturday, November 29, 2008

I Hate People

. . . especially the people who work in the marketing department of Busters Motorcycle Accesories.
I bought something from them about 4 years ago and since then I have received enough unsolicited mail from them, electronic or otherwise, that would fill a bin bag, virtual or real.

I have clicked on the "unsubscribe" button more times than I can remember.
I have left scathing remarks in the "please tell us why you wish to unsubscribe" box.
I have emailed them directly.
I have even phoned them, begging, pleading not to be sent any more junk from them.

The postman has just been at my door, dropping of his usual pile of bills and, lo and behold, the latest Busters Motorcycle Accesories catalogue.

I now see that I have no alternative but to make the long journey to Swansea in Wales and do a Michael Douglas 'Falling Down' reenactment

PS - It's almost the season "to be jolly", and nothing makes me jollier than other people's misfortune, so join with me in enjoying the aquatic antics of those crazy Ukranian ice swimmers.
(It's funnier with the volume turned up.)


Sky Clearbrook said...

Bah humbug!

Rol said...

Make sure you stop off for a burger on the way... but watch out for the roadworks.

Eostre said...

Ah, sweet sweet schadenfreude. It makes the world go round.

Jaggy said...

It doesn't matter how often I hit the unsubscribe button and confirm my e-mail address on all those viagra and counterfeit watch e-mails I get, they just send me more.

Steve said...

Junk mail and junk phone calls are the bane of modern existence. Who pays for it all? We do of course - indirectly but through the nose nonetheless. I hate cold callers but at least they stand there in person and let you witness the expression of shock rolling across their faces as you tell them to "get the fuck off my property!"