Well, I suppose I was asking for it, mentioning my brain damage and strokes so often….
I’m quite used to friends and relations calling me an idiot and they’re entitled to; they know me well enough to judge. Today, however, I received an email from a total stranger who has decided, on the basis of one error on my part, that I am an idiot. .
I was bringing my new dinky little Nexus 7 up to date and decided to make sure a friend’s Gmail address was on my list. Unfortunately, this character in Swansea has almost the same address, barring two letters, so he most unfortunately received a short message “Get this eh?” with an icon of a slice of cake.
OK, OK, my fault. As soon as I realised my mistake I should have sent another message, excusing myeself and asking him to ignore it. I get emails from total strangers all the time and just bin them. However, I was busy and in my usual muddle-headed state so I forgot.
So this is what I found in my inbox when I retired to play Sudoku on my Nexus (don’t laugh, at my age and state of health, a mug of cocoa and a game of Sudoku counts as a good time in bed!)
“errr, you do realise that just sending “get this?” is rather idiotic don’t you?
who are you? is this just spam? consider yourself lucky I didn’t just bin it,
Are you from a website or block I’ve registered with or are you just some idiot who picks emails out of thin air?
I for one have no idea.”
Of course I have sent my profound apologies for the obvious distress and anger I have caused him and admitted that yes, I am that idiot. I also explained the situation and hoped that he never made a slight error and got that kind of response.
I wonder if he feels vindicated now?
I don’t know why I “should consider myself lucky he didn’t just bin it” – that would have saved his time and mine but perchance he was having a bad day and needed an idiot to kick. Happy to oblige, Sir. Or may I call you Andrew as we seem to be on such personal terms now?
Perhaps that is why steampunk is so popular. Maybe we are all trying to turn the clock back to a time when adventure was possible but with good manners and a little “live and let live” because the more I see of the world of social media, the more I despair of courtesy.
Between that and eternal threats of “unfriending” if I show any signs of my political views (no matter that I vote in France, not Britain) I am losing the will to live on-line.
Anyone know of any other villages short of idiots? Baggy (pictured above) and I will apply.