My email system(s) are so much smarter than I am-they automatically (and mysteriously as far as I can tell) can sort spam from real correspondence before I ever see it. Considering how easily distracted I am by almost everything that's probably a small mercy for me.
After a certain amount of time, days I think, the spam folder empties itself into the trash as we roll merrily along and I remain blissfully oblivious to whatever havoc could have been unleashed by a message.
Except every once in a while my curiosity gets the better of me and I peek into the spam folder for a glimpse at what I am missing. More often than not I encounter a fragment like this from yesterday's mail harvest, "I am a Beautiful Midget girl I just need some fun."
Good to know. Forewarned is forearmed.
-bill kenny
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