![]() 05/05/2017 at 10:52 • Filed to: None | ![]() | ![]() |
I got an email intended for somebody with a name one letter different than mine (including the last name). It looks like they have a rough day coming up, so say a prayer for them:
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doesn’t matter. they can’t afford internet or email. you know... b/c of the allroad.
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I kept getting emails for a dude’s passport appointments, so I know that feel.
Also, why don’t people know their own email address?
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I’ve gotten emails for one guy for years. It took six months to eat Verizon to stop notifying me every time they rented a Caillou episode. He’s gotten replacement windows, a boat, has some kidney problems, and is frequently in contact with a lawyer. I mean seriously...I’ve had my identity stolen with much less detailed info.
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Sadly it is too late for this Allroad.
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That generation of Allroad is super reliable though.
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For 5+ years, I’ve been on some company distribution list with a bunch of British people. After they seemed to ignore my requests to fix the address, I just started playing along, replying with “Cheers! I’ll come round about half three.” and other randomness. They’re probably mad that their coworker, Ash79, never actually shows up.
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Naa, not old enough to bankrupt him yet. Give it 2 years.
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Ave. May Allroads lead to Rome.
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For about the first 7-8nyears at this job, I kept getting regular calls from collections agencies for the guy who had my office phone number two people ago. Took a long time, but I finally convinced his creditors to stop calling me. He left the University more than 6 years ago.
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That’s funny. You could get more and more stereotypically British until they catch on. “Cheerio, guv’na!”
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It’s identity theft in reverse, forcing you into someone else’s identity.
#modernproblems
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In the late-90's and early 00's my parent’s home phone was one digit different from the call-in lines for a local radio station. Furthermore, the different digits were next to each other on the dialer. They got called around once a week or so with people requesting songs.
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And your dad was like “I only have one song, it’s Marcy Playground ‘Sex and Candy’ and here it goes!”