Get Mommy Some Gin

I challenge anyone to share a more offensive auto-reply than this one. I’m not entirely sure what message this person is trying to convey, but the message I’m reading is, “I don’t mind wasting your time by asking you to read this entirely superfluous email note to tell you that I don’t want to waste my time reading what could potentially be an important email from you.”

The best/worst part of the email? The sender suggests sending a text message an alternate method of communication in case what you orginally sent was important, but then doesn’t include a phone number. 

Bonus challenge: Can you guess what the sender’s profession is?

I can’t not share this. It is too amazing.

I guess you know where your cat will be in September, as well. Hangin’ with Agnes Thomas, communicating telepathically and what not. 

I was spending some time visualizing my goals this evening post existential crisis moment #683 and gosh darn it, I think the voice of GOD* came into my kitchen this evening and said, “We can’t all be Dooce.”

Duly noted, big guy. Duly noted.

*I am assuming this because it kind of sounded like James Earl Jones.