Once upon a time there was a husband who thought he'd buy his wife some things from Victoria's Secret as a present. He wanted the present to be a surprise, so he used his work email to set up an account with said retailer.
Be warned. The result of the combination of this romantic impulse of the husband and the dogged marketing persistence of Victoria's Secret is that he now receives emails every couple of days in his work inbox which boldly declare their origins in the From line while asking in the subject questions such as, "Are you ready for summer sizzle?"
Thus, picture the husband sitting at his desk with a (female) co-worker arguing about taking the derivative of price versus profit, and in a lull in the discussion (as both sides martial their arguments) Outlook helpfully pops up a preview of the incoming message titled: "Five hot new push-ups for your summer wardrobe"
Not that this husband is a perv who sits around work looking at lingerie websites...
Plus their skankalog arrives via snail mail with his name on it every 2-3 weeks.
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Plus their skankalog arrives via snail mail with his name on it every 2-3 weeks.
That's too bad - I feel sorry for you. Have you tried praying that they stop coming?
[Yeah, didn't think so]
Whoa! I win the bet that you'd be the first one to comment on this, Rick!
Perhaps you could go to the bottom of the email and see if it is possible to unsubscribe...it could solve this terrible problem...
That's the ironic thing... In order to click the "remove from list" link, you need to go through to a page on the Victoria's Secret website -- which is blocked at work as in appropriate content. So I can't get off.
Save the link, or via webmail, access it from home, unsubscribe. Call the customer service number and remove yourself from their mailing list too. Or just change your address with them to that of the Lugari household.
Good for you, MrsD - glad I could help. Ya know, normally I would ask to split the prize but I don't know what I'd do with one half of the leather Mistress Corset and Bullwhip package from Victoria's Secret.
Barb, I think Darwin knows all about the unsubscribe feature. Perhaps he just finds it more desirable to complain about the hot scantily clad babes that miraculously appear on his monitor and in his hand...
"Skankalog"? (And the lovely and talented Miss Lima asks: "Et tu, Darwin?")
Last March, when you were commenting on the most popular blog post ever at Pro Ecclesia, I don't recall your having such an aversion.
;-)
Ummm. Darwin, sir. I can sympathize with your plight. Internet filters can be quite frustrating, nevertheless you might want to delete the last sentence of your comment. ;)
Oh, and nice try, PB, but I need an endless supply of enticing photos coming through my mailbox about as much as I need one of those hyper-sensitive foreskin thingies we recently learned so much about. ;)
"... you might want to delete the last sentence of your comment."
I wondered about that, too. You know what they say, "Dirty ... errrr ... great minds think alike."
Skankalog? Then what is Fredrick's of Hollywood?
Rick,
I was just afraid that in his great distress, he was forgetting about the possibility....
A colleague of mine at work says his wife and two stepdaughters recently ran up a charge of over eight hundred dollars on one occasion at Victoria's Secret.
How is that possible?
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