At the urging of my co-worker, I am starting this blog to share all the e-mails I've received as the wrong Lindsay Anderson. Some are comical, some you just have to wonder and others you wonder at what point should you step in and say something.
The Back Story
When I first opened my gmail account in 2004, I had one of the first beta log-ins made available (thank you, ex-boyfriend) and was overjoyed that I could have my full name, with a dot, spelled right and needed no cryptic numbers in there (is that her birth date or her gym locker combination?!) However, I had absolutely NO idea how many other Lindsay Andersons were out there and how often I would be getting their e-mails.
But in they started coming. I remember the first one well. It was from a producer at the Canadian version of Antique Roadshow, asking if I would be available to appear on the show as an expert. First, I thought, "Sweet being on TV would be cool," but then realized I neither lived in Canada nor knew anything about antiques. I also thought this was just a one-off thing and let it pass with out much more thought.
Then came Oma and Opa, the cute little German grandparents I've never had but always wanted. Or how about the time I got a string of about 30 e-mails from a bunch of Long Island girls trying to figure out the logistics of their friend's upcoming bachelorette party. Trust me this is the type of e-mail chain you definitely don't want to be on if you don't have to.
And on and on it's gone...for the past five years. Some Lindsay Andersons come, others go, but one things remains the same, they are always wrong.
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