It’s not the promotional calendar I got a few weeks ago that was so strange:
It was the envelope it was sent in:
We used to get a lot of strange promotional stuff in the mail, but it’s trailed off in the last few years, for which I thank the recession. That’s a sincere thanks: I don’t need – or want – cigars, bicycle shorts, melted candy or dog biscuits.
Anyway, to the senders of the calendar, it’s not the kind of thing that makes me think well of your company. But I appreciate the laugh.