Amusing emails recently received:

from my sister, who is in France:
Day 1: After a long flight and a strenuous layover, we were in france. We ended up eating at a chinese takeout place in a mall next to our suburbean hotel. we then went to the eiffel tower where we lost Jackie for 45 minutes. then, on the last train home, we got to witness a drunk 75 year old puke XD

Day 2: (when my nerves ran out)
first we went to Versaille, then ate lunch at a supermqrket in the town of versaille, afterwords going on a bus tour around paris. after eating at a disgusting cafe by the tulleries, we went to the louvre.

from some random stranger on the internet:
I had a friend named Cricket in Memphis when I was really little. She lived in a big house w/a black housekeeper who took care of her. Her dad was always at work. I think he was a lawyer. I don’t remember a mother. We lived in the apartments across the way.
My name’s [omitted], my mom was a stripper named [omitted] and my older sister’s name is [omitted].
I’ve looked for my friend for a long time. She’s the only good memory I have of that time in my life.

Are you her?

Which is, as far as I’m concerned, just weird. I mean, yeah, I guess it’s not obvious from our site that my real name isn’t Cricket or anything, but I can’t imagine arbitrarily emailing everyone you come across with your old friend’s name and then revealing that much personal info, you know? Like maybe, “did you live in Memphis from x date to y date?” or something and then more info in the answer is yes. But I just wouldn’t go spilling about my unhappy childhood with my stripper mom, right? People are strange.