that when I receive e-mails that weren't meant for me, I rarely correct the sender? I find it hilarious how often I'm mistaken for someone else because of my somewhat common username on gmail.
Right now someone thinks I'm a bridesmaid in their wedding. I've been invited to their bachelorette party in Vegas the weekend of October 17-18.
A few months ago, someone thought I was their daughter and continually sent e-mails asking for my grades because they were paying her rent while she was in community college. As their e-mails grew increasingly urgent, I corrected them... and let them know that I was willing to send them my grades in exchange for a few hundred dollars a month. They sent one back saying "We would, but we're not Bob Gates! Ha ha!" People from the Midwest are great.
I guess I enjoy the sense of voyeurism in all of it. Maybe this is why I love memoirs so much... the gritty details, the glimpses into someone else's personal life one isn't usually afforded.
1 comment:
wow, that never happens to me. you should totally go to the batchelorette party.
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