Sending an email to the wrong person. |
| I sent an email through the air, (it’s wireless, I do declare.) It was a private message yet, meant for Moe at Stooge Dot Net. Alas, O me, my face was red; I sent it to Curly, instead! And so I sat there with regret for Curly at Stooge Dot Net. (And now I think I must tell you that Stooge Dot Net has Larry, too. But in my haste to email Moe, I clicked Curly, don’t you know.) Therefore my mail to Curly went, (my sin is Stooge--I do repent.) Yet this I had to tell Moe, though: “Nyuk, Nyuk, Nyuk incensed me so.” (It was the laughter of the Stooge heard from Detroit to Baton Rouge. Moe was the head of the trio, so I thought him apropos.) When Curly called the other day he dealt with me in Stooge-like way. And so I felt just like a schmuck: Curly chuckled, “Nyuk, Nyuk, Nyuk.” 24 Lines Writer’s Cramp October 9, 2013 |