I don’t think anyone loves email more than I do. In fact I love all mail and all phone calls.
I’m obviously in the minority. With caller ID everyone I know only answers calls from people they know. I would never do that.
In fact there is a Chinese restaurant in Spanish Harlem that has almost the same number that I have and I get at least 2 calls a night, sometimes really late, asking for delivery. I never fail to answer and tell them to dial again.
dave used to try and talk me into taking their order. Only a real prick who prefers drinking to eating would do something like that. Just the thought of Maria Lopez waiting for moo shu chicken that was never going to come makes me want to break out into sobs.
And when all of AOL was getting spammed I was delighted to see that I had over 37 emails every morning. I used every self control muscle I have to keep from finding out if Viagra really is cheaper in Canada.
I’ve always been this way. I remember when I was a little girl my mother, never one to watch her words, told me I had a letter in the box. I ran to the mailbox. I was so excited because I thought I had mail when all I had was my pants sticking up my ass.
Now why am I going on about all this? When I sat down I planned on discussing the economy.
I guess that will have to be for another day. I’ll keep you posted.