the spam that keeps on spamming

It's the time of year for the spammers to ratchet up their efforts. I blame all of the spam in the world on my father, who actually bought me a miniature remote-controlled car from his spam a few years ago. If he hadn't made that mistake, we wouldn't have spammers. Just like if no-one bought that junk on infomercials, that scourge on society would go away.

As much as I whinge about spam, it's occasionally at least a little bit entertaining. (As are infomercials, since you can entertain yourself for a couple of minutes with thoughts of who would actually buy that kind of junk.) I always glance through my Junk Mail folder before emptying it, to ensure that there are no false positives in there, and to see if there's something that makes me laugh.

My spam these days seems to consist of mail-order brides, *ahem* male prescriptions and enhancements, and a few 'buy Microsoft Office for $199!' things. But one of my spams today takes the cake. 'Need a gift for your father?' shouts the subject line. I do, in fact, need a gift for my father. The gift suggested is Rogaine. What kind of daughter do they think I am? 'Dad, I noticed your hairline is receding, have you ever considered doing something about it? It really looks bad.' I'm sorry, but I just can't do that.

Dad, I tried, but if I don't get some assistance soon, you're getting ties for Christmas. I'm not giving you a three-pack of Rogaine, no matter what my spam suggests.

Edited to add: At least I'm not the only one getting some amusement from my spam. DocBug is too: At least the spammers feel sorry for us ....