I Can't Breathe, Julie!
Julie e-mailed me. She lives in the United States. Not in Canada. She kept sending me e-mail about houses for sale. I wasn’t too interested, and ignored the first few e-mails. I then replied to her that she had the wrong Miguel. She kept e-mailing me.
Here’s an example of one of her e-mails.
Since she wouldn’t stop trying to sell me a house, I took her up on the offer.
I decided to just let the Sedona Grande offer lapse at that moment. I think my lunch break was over and I had to get back to work anyway.
I didn’t hear back from Julie until a few days later.
Woah, no need to shout, Julie. I have a head injury, remember? Maybe that kind of e-mail will trigger a seizure. I replied with another generic “sorry you have the wrong address” message and didn’t hear back.
… until few days later. I guess she remembered my head injury.
