I love emails. That’s because I love specials, coupons, discounts, run-of-the-mill sales, limited time offers, clearance deals, private sales, end of season sales, beginning of season sales, holiday sales, it’s-my-birthday-month sales, and anything else that helps me save a dollar. Or a quarter.
Before I started the project, I decided to make a list of all the retail stores and sites that sent me these seductive love letters of savings, and ceremoniously unsubscribe on my birthday.
Just before bed one night, I asked my husband to estimate the number of my subscriptions. He guessed a whopping 50 to 60. I laughed at his figure….who did he think I was? A retail email junkie? Puh-lease. I guessed a mild 30 to 40.
I hopped out of bed and just to prove him wrong, opened up my inbox and started counting. When I passed 40, I started to glance back to my husband, hoping he wasn’t counting over my shoulder. When I passed 55, I prayed he had fallen asleep. At 75, I started to sweat a little. At 99, I started to giggle a little, ’cause frankly, it was a little ridiculous.
111.
Whatever. Nobody’s perfect.
