For the past few years I’ve been getting the occasional e-mail meant for this woman because her friends have been e-mailing her at the wrong address. The domain her e-mail address is on is similar, phonetically, to one of my personal domains. I’ve told her friends a number of times over the years to correct their address books, but once an error like that gets out to a group of people, its propagation can’t be stopped. I eventually gave up.
But this weekend I (er, she) was invited by a pair of her friends to a “Potty Party.” This couple had just finished their new bathroom and wanted to throw a party for it. “Come sit on our new throne!” the evite said. Even better, they said they wanted to get pictures of all their closest friends (of which they must have many because there were almost 70 people invited) sitting on the john. “It’s not that kind of party, though,” they clarified. Instead, they had decided to make a collage of pictures of their friends sitting on the toilet to go as a decoration on the bare wall behind the new toilet.
That’s creepy and cool at the same time.
I responded back to the evite letting them know that the e-mail hadn’t gotten to the intended recipient, but that I hoped they had a wonderful potty party.
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