I remember when Spam was just this mysterious meat product from Hormel. It came in a can and it had this weird gelatinous layer on top. I pretty much left it alone.
But now spam has a whole new meaning - it's that annoying junk mail people send you - you know, offers from a prince in Nigeria to share his bank account, a new sex device from Canada, and lots and lots of promotions.
I have a spam folder in my e-mail - I usually leave that alone, too. I mean ... it's spam, right?
Kind of. But today, at work, I realized it was really full of mail. Out of curiosity, I clicked on it.
Here's a surprise: Non-spam stuff sneaks in there, too. I had a letter from a former colleague (I was wondering why he didn't respond!!) and two, count em, two queries from book bloggers who were interested in reviewing my book.
Luckily, they weren't terribly dated, and I could still respond. But it gave me a nasty start.
So I learned two things today: Check every folder in your e-mail. And don't screech loudly at work. People tend to stare.