A few days ago I was looking through the mail and I saw an envelope that was addressed to me. I scanned the return address and I thought to myself, ‘Who do I know in Connecticut?’ I couldn’t think of anyone off the top of my head, but the envelope was shaped like a greeting card so I went ahead and opened it. I thought that perhaps it was a relative I’d forgotten about, that had sent a late Christmas or New Year’s greeting card.
I was actually a little shocked by what I found inside:
I went back and looked at the envelope again, more closely this time, and I realized that what I mistook for a woman’s well-written handwriting was in fact a font, and the words were actually printed. In fact, they didn’t even spell my name right.
I suppose I should have caught all that right away, but I didn’t expect physical spam mail to catch up with me this fast. I’ve gotten really used to seeing spam online, and I can avoid it with ease, but I suppose I’m out of practice with real junk mail. I’ll have to pay more attention from now on. Not that opening physical junk mail could infect me with a virus, unless someone decides to start mailing weaponized anthrax again. It’s just the principle of the thing.
As for what was in the envelope, I couldn’t say, other than it’s about jewelry. I don’t like being tricked into looking at advertising so I tore it up and threw it away.
Bradley Farless 