I was asked one day to reveal my email address after buying an appliance. Huge mistake. Next thing I know, I’m getting bombarded with all these “come-on” ads from cyberspace. If it isn’t Viagra, it’s Vicci water or Victoria’s Secret.
I have a secret for Victoria. Buzz off!
Today, I received three calls from “Private Caller.” They were so private, the messages were canned. It went no further than a beep. Canned messages and I don’t get along very well.
I have a son who screens all of his calls. Maybe that’s not such a bad idea. He waits and hears the message before returning your call.
“If I don’t recognize the name, I don’t return the call,” he’s quick to admit.
Other friends won’t answer an email unless it looks familiar to them. You never know when a trap is laid out that could crash your entire system.
My cousin was booby-trapped. She answered an email and got a virus in return which gummed up her whole works. It took a paid technician to set her free. Now, she’s computer shy.
As for junk mail, that’s another story. I get only two or three pieces of mail that are worth the stamp on which they arrive. Most always, it’s a bill of some sort, except when I get an IRA check or a distribution from my investments.
I never get to see my Social Security check. Maybe that’s a good thing. It’s direct deposited and I never have to ponder its whereabouts.
At least with mail, you can dump it without any further ado. Devious emails have become a problem. Many of them won’t delete your name from their list, no matter how often you try. Seems like it’s there for life, even death perhaps.