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some e-mail humor

Last week I took out an ad in the local fish-wrap / bird-cage liner, er, hometown paper, to sell something. Did the whole thing online, and once everything was finalized I got a verification e-mail. Here it is:

This email is to acknowledge your recent order with the Winston Salem Journal & Journalnow.com.

Order Confirmation Number: 0001314835

Ad Type: CLS Liner

Order Price: $28.00

Ad Run Schedule(s):

14 day(s) beginning on 3/11/09 in

WSJ Winston-Salem Jn (Merchandise:Musical)

30 day(s) beginning on 3/11/09 in

WSJ ONLINE (Merchandise:Musical)

Thanks for choosing us as your adverister!

“ADVERISTER”???


I assumed this was an auto-reply, but it didn’t say so anywhere, and I was feeling kind of snarky, so I replied to it:

“Thanks for choosing us as your adverister!”

Could you use a proofreader? I’m available.

And I forgot about it….until, this:

Hello,

I don’t see a job posting for a proof reader but you can always check our website and look under Careers.

Thank you,

Bxxxxxx

I came pretty close to falling out of my chair laughing. There was actually a person on the other end of that e-mail. Now I felt bad:

LOL–I was referring to “adverister” as opposed to advertiser!!

But thanks for the tip. I need to find a job and might be interested in working for the media.

This made my day! Thank you,

Seems it got a laugh out of her too:

Oh NO….I’ll definitely pass it along.

We’re also advertisers on a virtual job fair. On our website, if you hover over the Jobs link near top of our main page, you’ll see a link to theĀ  Virtual Job Fair.

It made my day too!!!

Thanks so much!

Bxxxxx

Moral #1: It really doesn’t take much to make someone’s day, even when you aren’t really trying.

Moral #2: Doesn’t anyone know how to spell anymore?

Fun with teenagers

Gotta love these kids!

tale of the pink hippopotamus

Long ago (last weekend) in a strange and foreign land (the mall) there lived a pink hippopotamus. Actually ‘lived’ isn’t quite right….

Long ago in a strange and foreign land, a pink hippopotamus was being held hostage in a glass prison by an evil claw. Many brave villagers attempted to free the poor hippo from the prison where the evil claw held her captive along with many other exotic animals. Alas, none was able to vanquish the evil claw in battle, and the pink hippo sufferred in silence until, one magical day (last Saturday) a brave warrior and his family came to the strange land in search of sturdy footwear (running shoes) for the brave warrior.

The search was long and fruitless, so the entire family stopped at the local tavern (the food court) in search of food, drink and a respite from the throngs of other villagers also searching for trinkets and tasty bits. Upon aquiring grog and meat pies (Sonic and some Japanese stuff) the weary troupe settled down for a brief repast. As they enjoyed their meal (yeah, right….mall food) and observed the antics of some of the younger villagers, the matriarch of the family (that would be, um, me) was taken aback at the sight of the imprisoned pink hippopotamus.

It should be noted here that the family matriarch holds a special affinity in her heart for the noble hippopotamus, having been summarily equated to the beast many years ago by her young suitor, now her soulmate and patriarch of the family. It should also be noted that the comparison between beast and maiden was made in jest and endearment, whereas now the similarities are a bit more, um, veritable.

In a brave attempt to free the pink hippo from its glass prison, the brave warrior offerred to challenge the evil claw to a duel. (Actually, I dared the Wubby to try and get the hippo from the claw game and gave him 4 quarters.) The battle ensued. Both sides fought heartily, and although the young warrior was indeed brave in his quest against the evil claw, he was defeated. He returned to the family to regain his strength (finish eating the Japanese stuff) and possibly prepare for one final bout with the enemy (if anyone had any more quarters.)

After fashioning one more weapon to use against the evil claw (yep, I had 2 more quarters mixed in with the Dominican pesos in my wallet) the young warrior went back into battle, his sister the princess attending to him as he fought. The elders could not bear to face the carnage, so they looked away and prayed for the safety of the warrior, princess and humble hippo.

Moments passed. Tension mounted. Would the warrior vanquish the claw and free the hippo? Or would the evil claw again best the warrior and take his weapons?? (Would we ever get out of the mall????)

An eerie silence settled over the tavern, until, suddenly a cry of victory arose from the warrior as he snatched the hippo from the jaws of death and delivered it to his matriarch.

(Actually, after grabbing the hippo with the claw, dropping it into the drawer-thingy and pulling it out of the whatever-you-call-it, he tossed it across the food court to me and, as I reached out to catch it, I managed to hit hubby in the head with it.)

Having rescued the pink hippo, the family continued the quest for appropriate footwear and also aquired some recent broadsheets for perusal at a later date. As matriarch and princess wandered from one merchant stall to another, villagers looked on in amazement at the happy hippo. The princess, though, was somewhat subdued by the presence of the hippo among the clan. (You know it’s embarrassing for a 14-year-old girl to be seen walking in the mall, with her mom who is carrying a stuffed animal.)

Gathering their parcels, everyone left for home, where the pink hippopotamus now lives in freedom from the claw and has been befriended by the large family feline who, upon seeing the lovely fluffiness of the hippo’s pink coat, became immediately enchanted by it and now likes to cuddle up with it as he settles in for a long after-dinner nap.

And so, patriarch, matriarch, warrior, princess, feline and hippo now live in harmony in the ancestral cottage.

Until sometime soon, when we pack up all our stuff and move down the road.

Poor hippopotamus might wish she was back in the mall before it’s all over.

What financial crisis?

Iz not wurrid, I haz hej fnd.

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