my dear lalithaji
 what a superb mail. it echoes the present tense situation . what is the use of 
earning when people are forever stressed
                  regards jayshree venkat

Jayashree Venkataraman

--- On Sat, 10/6/12, Lalitha Subramaniam <[email protected]> wrote:

From: Lalitha Subramaniam <[email protected]>
Subject: Emails
To: [email protected], [email protected]
Date: Saturday, October 6, 2012, 8:12 AM


 


            I want to thank you all for your educational e-mails over
            the past year. I am totally screwed up now and have little
            chance of recovery.

            

            I can no longer open a bathroom door without using a paper
            towel, nor let the waitress put lemon slices in my ice water
            without worrying about the bacteria on the lemon peel.

            

            I can't sit down on a hotel bedspread because I can only
            imagine what has happened on it since it was last washed.

            

            I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been
            driving because the number one pastime while driving alone
            is picking one's nose.

            

            Eating a little snack sends me on a guilt trip because I can
            only imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed
            over the years.

            

            I can't touch any woman's handbag for fear she has placed it
            on the floor of a public toilet.

            

            I must send my special thanks for the email about rat poo in
            the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge
            with every envelope that needs sealing.

            

            ALSO, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for
            the same reason.

            

            I can't have a drink in a bar because I fear I'll wake up in
            a bathtub full of ice with my kidneys gone.

            

            I can't eat at KFC because their chickens are actually
            horrible mutant freaks with no eyes, feet or feathers.

            

            I can't use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell
            like a water buffalo on a hot day.

            

            Thanks to you I have learned that my prayers only get
            answered if I forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and
            make a wish within five minutes.

            

            Because of your concern , I no longer drink Coca Cola
            because it can remove toilet stains.

            

            I no longer buy fuel without taking someone along to watch
            the car, so a serial killer doesn't crawl in my back seat
            when I'm filling up.

            

            I no longer use Cling Wrap in the microwave because it
            causes seven different types of cancer.

            

            And thanks for letting me know I can't boil a cup of water
            in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face,
            disfiguring me for life.

            

            I no longer go to the cinema because I could be pricked with
            a needle infected with AIDS when I sit down.

            

            I no longer go to shopping centers because someone will drug
            me with a perfume sample and rob me..

            

            And I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me
            to dial a number for which I will get a huge phone bill with
            calls to Jamaica , Uganda , Singapore and Uzbekistan ..

            

            Thanks to you I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a
            big black snake could be lurking under the seat and cause me
            instant death when it bites my butt.

            

            And thanks to your great advice I can't ever pick up a dime
            coin dropped in the car park because it was probably placed
            there by a sex molester waiting to grab me as I bend over.

            

            I can't do any gardening because I'm afraid I'll get bitten
            by the Violin Spider and my hand will fall off.

            

            If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in
            the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on
            your head at 5:00 p.m. tomorrow afternoon, and the

            fleas from 120 camels will infest your back, causing you to
            grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it
            actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbors ex
            mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's best friend's
            beautician!

            

            Oh, and by the way...

            

            A German scientist from Argentina , after a lengthy study,
            has discovered that people with insufficient brain
            activity read their e-mails with their hand on the mouse.

            

            Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late. 

            

            P. S. I now keep my toothbrush in the living room, because I
            was told by e-mail that water splashes over 6 ft. out of the
            toilet..

            

            NOW YOU HAVE YOURSELF A VERY GOOD DAY.
        
         
        

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