I don’t know about you, but I’m the kinda gal who likes things to be tidy. Not in a Stepford wives/OCD kinda way, but just neat in a non-robot/non-clinical type deal thing.
So, no surprise, I like to regularly purge my e-mail of old messages and spam. Especially spam.
And every once in a while, I peruse the spam queue to see what it’s about – in the subject line, of course. (I also like to be cautious on e-mail and online.) I recall, back in the day when I first acquired my own personal e-mail account (outside the office address), I somehow found myself the recipient of spam mail about Viagra and penis enlargement services. And this despite the fact that my e-mail address used my full name, a name that is obviously female. Apparently, the purveyors of spam enjoy using shot-gun tactics.
Of course, some spam will have some kind of relevance to your actual life and interests – based on what the interweb has picked up from my searches, etc.: computer deals, dating sites/services, jobs.
Then there was one I found today: forklifts. That’s right. Forklifts. Now I have neither searched for nor made inquiries about forklifts – online or otherwise – so I can only conclude that these guys are casting a really wide net. Perhaps folks who don’t need a forklift themselves know someone who might – like that.
I’d tell you how to find these folks – but, alas, I deleted it forever. Oh well, it likely landed in your spam folder anyway.