Like the Lane Bryant flyers I used to get all the time, probably because I
I also managed to get put onto the Victoria's Secret mailing list for a good chunk of time. At least Vicky would send me coupons for free...ahem...support garments, and since I'm not about to pass up anything for free, even if it is for someone else's benefit, I used to bring them to my former all-women-but-me office, where one of my colleagues was happy to take them off my hands without slapping me. (You know I'm still talking about the coupons, right?)
At least I figured out that I got put on these lists because these stores are all owned by the same parent company. Fine, I get it. Everyone in their marketing department has to earn a living, but clearly someone should be filtering their mailing lists a little better.
And then there is the surreal junk mail that makes me go - Huh?
Like this lovely gem in today's mail:
I assure you I'm nowhere near the membership age requirement.
Like I said - Huh?