If you are from the U.K. Lottery, are the widow/son/brother of a Nigerian with seized assets, want to reduce my mortgage, would like to sell me a car warranty, or are primed to sign me up for a work-from-home business venture, this message is for you:
LEAVE ME ALONE!!!! If I could reach any or all of you, I would strangle you. With my bare hands. Twice. Seriously.
Stop texting my cell phone. Stop sending me emails. Stop leaving voicemail on my answering machine. Now, refer again to the paragraph above.
I am sick of logging on, answering or replaying only to be met with your meaningless garbage. I’m tired of having to waste valuable time erasing or deleting it so that stuff that IS important doesn’t get lost in the shuffle.
Are we clear yet on what I want? In the words of Greta Garbo (well, sort of): “I want to be (LEFT) alone.”
Now, borrowing from the great philosopher Forrest Gump: And that’s all I have to say about that.