Last Thursday, a co-worker announced over the tops of the cubes, “I get the most boring spam ever!” With much vehemence.
Since I was the only one there in at least a 4-cube radius, I wandered over.
He had his personal webmail open, and was going through and deleting vast numbers of messages. “Here’s one for donuts,” he complained. “Another one! One for a Chevy Tahoe! Mattress offers!” Delete, delete. “J. C. Penney!”
I said, “Dr. Seuss? Insurance? You’re right. Very very boring.”
He shook his head. “I must not go to the really exciting websites.”
“Listen, if you want, I can show you some… I get porn spam all the freakin’ time.”
He looked up at me. “Nah. I’m too old for that shit.”
“But you had to think about it, didn’t you?” I smiled back.