The subject line caught my eye, despite my heavy hand on the delete button.
SCOTT, Better Chances Than The Pope?
The Pope? Oddly enough, I receive very few emails referencing leaders of any religion, no less the Pope. So, against my better judgment, I opened it.
I’m sure you’re absolutely tired of receiving emails from a tired old hag like me. And given that I’ve more chances of seeing the Pope shoot out ping pong balls during a Vatican parade than actually receive a response from you, I’m assuming you’re not interested in our services.
I’d like to say that you do have a really awesome blog and if you change your mind in the future, I’m just one email away from getting you that mobile app.
In fairness, I’m not interested in Jamie’s services, which I assume to be the creation of a mobile app for SJ. But then, this was just a form email, sent to “SCOTT” as well as any other blogs they could scrape, and Jamie doesn’t really think I have a “really awesome blog,” assuming Jamie even exists.
But who can resist the image of the Pope shooting ping pong balls, at least as far as admiring the moxie of whomever came up with this form email. Well done, Jamie, if that’s really your name. And yet, I decline your gracious offer to accept my money for a service in which I have no interest whatsoever.
I just wanted others to share in my delight at the interesting approaches in spam these days. It’s much better than the emails from the IRS demanding I pay my back taxes in Bitcoin.