Courtesy of google.com
Virtue isn’t always a blessing, no matter what the devout might think. Take humility, for example. That got me into trouble last week. I wrote a blog, tongue-in-cheek, about an email from my web designer. She was seeking information about the site. As she’d provided the design, I was amused and said so, never thinking she read my blogs.
Next morning I found her reply. Simply put, she wanted me to know my unsubscribe button didn’t work. In the earlier blog, I’d crowed I didn’t take prisoners. Apparently, I did. I had. The unsubscribe button hadn’t worked since 2012.
Egg on my face never feels comfortable. The poor creature had been trapped on my page for 7 years? Even soldiers on the battlefront are allowed occasional furloughs. What’s more, I understood why this woman, about to move to Canada, might want to eliminate some baggage. Full of contrition, I would have celebrated her launch with champagne, like a battleship, if possible.
The best I could do was apologize, then belly up to the nearest bar for a glass of warm beer as penance.
Yet, neither stupidity nor ill-will was the reason for my insult. I blame humility. How was I to guess a person with whom I’d done business years ago was still reading my blogs? She was a prisoner of courtesy. I understand. But 7 years…..?
I tell this story as a cautionary tale to anyone who might consider subscribing to this blog. Thank you but no. We’ve yet to fix the unsubscribe button. I’ll announce when that happens.
