I really needed cheering up the other week since life’s a bit harder than usual at present and my little spiritual lift came in the form of a scam email sent to me on my beloved internet radio station.
A cobbler from a far off land sent me a long and passionate discourse on how I am the best thing since hobnail boots (I doubt they have sliced bread where he comes from) and how he’d been given divine instruction from on high to right to me.
I read this discourse with much mirthful laughter and wondered when someone would knock at my door asking what all the noise was about since no sound can be heard from the gnome office as I’m considerate enough to always wear headphones (especially important at night when people have the right and need to sleep. Inconsiderate drunken ex-neighbour take note when you’re sober enough to do so).
Nobody came and I thought it my solemn duty to right back to “shoeman” who cobbles rather than rights symphonies (yes I know it’s a different spelling, thank you Mother)!
The mistake I made was to tell the team overseeing the website I am so fond of. I had a lovely email from one of its employees whose job it is to close the accounts of these scammers down. How disappointed I am to find I can no longer engage in long-distance leg pulls with the aforementioned cobbler who has been nailed to the wall by a responsible citizen who doesn’t want to see him possibly getting his hands on someone’s personal information or having them be scared of him and feel they are being targeted.
Obviously his divine source was seriously at fault for suggesting he chat me up but not so about my being the best thing since hobnail boots surely! Obviously my best and most loveable feature is my extreme modesty which knows no bounds. Goodness I do talk a load of old cobblers! Seems he’s not the only one!
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