Previous “In My Inbox” posts

Booking Dot Redundant

There are just so many unnecessary emails.

I recently spent a night in Kristiansund, Norway, which should absolutely not to be confused with Kristiansand, Norway. The two cities are much farther apart geographically than lexicographically:

A map showing the 11 hour driving distance between Kristiansund and Kristiansand

I wonder how many people wind up in the wrong one each year. I am confident the number is not zero.

Anyhow, I stayed at a lovely little apartment found on Booking.com run by a kind woman named Annette. She managed things so nicely that when Booking auto-prompted me to leave a review, I didn’t even mind. I wrote a few lines encouraging future travelers to consider the spot, in the hopes that it would be helpful.

Text reading: Annette was great, the location was convenient, and the price was right. I’d recommend this property to anyone coming to Kristiansund.

I thought that would be the end of it.

Of course, it was not. After I followed their request urging me to leave a review, Booking then followed up by dropping this in my inbox:

Text reading: Thanks for reviewing your stay, Paul Kafasis! We've added your review of Apartments At The Sentrum to our site. Check it out here: Read Your Review

Read my review? I don’t need to do that. I wrote it!

Who’s Ready for Some Scheduled Laughs?

Do you want a lot more OFT content, created by machines? No? Me neither.

Today in horrible emails, it’s an unsolicited come-on I recently received from Neodrop.ai (link intentionally omitted). Their message suggested their A.I. could write content for this very website. I have reproduced it in its entirety:

Hi there,

We recently came across One Foot Tsunami — humor writing, kept tight and funny.

That’s exactly the kind of humor-essay blog we built NeoDrop for — an AI content team that keeps creating for you. Tell it what to make — newsletters, videos, podcasts, or articles — and how often; it researches fresh sources, picks what matters, and produces editable content on schedule, so jokes get drafted before the news moves on.

Imagine a punchline-perfect morning, draft ready:
– Draft essays in your comic voice
– Turn headlines into topic lists
– Keep the laughs scheduled
You keep the final judgement, editing, and fact-checking.

If anything comes up while you’re using it — questions, feedback, or ideas — just reply to this email; we’d love to hear how it can work better for One Foot Tsunami.

Best,
NeoDrop Team

I have not used the advertised service, nor even looked at it. I did briefly consider using Neodrop to write an article mocking the idea of using Neodrop to write content for this site, but even that idea made me sad.

Still, I do have some simple feedback: I do not want this. No artist should want this. Stop. This is a bad solicitation, one whose very existence is depressing. It’s much worse than creepy Sid the payroll rep, who at least wanted to offer me a service that might be useful.

I write this site for fun. One Foot Tsunami is a hobby, a labor of love, and a creative outlet. I hope to use my writing to entertain, amuse, and educate real readers like you, and the key phrase there is my writing.

Using the robots to do it for me would be beyond pointless. It’s not quite as evocative, but just as Dan Brooks doesn’t want a robot that pets the dog for him, I don’t want the machines to write my damned blog for me.

Oh, Massachusetts, No

2:50 AM on a Sunday is also a particularly scammy time for this to be sent.

This past Sunday, I received an email from “Do Not Reply” with the subject line “Vehicle Registration Renewal Reminder”. Here’s what it looked like:

This is a very, very bad email, beginning with the awful A.I. slop image at the top. Here’s a larger look at just that:

An A.I. generated image of a colonial man on horseback, on cobblestones, carrying a banner reading “Hear Ye! Hear Ye! Registration is Expiring!

Lest you have any doubts whatsoever as to the origin of this image, note that they didn’t even crop out the Gemini logo from the bottom right. While I’ve compressed the image above, was a needlessly large 760 KB png file. Awful.

When I saw this email, I was quite certain it was a phishing scam. I assumed that the link inside would take me to a scammy replica of a government website, one that would steal credit card numbers. But no! As far as I can determine, this is a legitimate email from the RMV.1 The lone link in it does indeed go to http://mass.gov/rmv, which forwards on to the official RMV site.2 And indeed, my car registration is expiring in a couple of months.

In the past, I have always received an official form in the mail which can be used to renew my registration. For many years, that letter has simply prompted me to go online to renew. Given that, a switch to email notifications make sense. They sure ought to look a lot more official than this, however.


Footnotes:

  1. What’s most often known as the “Department of Motor Vehicles” (DMV) is indeed called the “Registry of Motor Vehicles” (RMV) in Massachusetts. Why? Just to be difficult, I assume. But we’re far from the only ones. ↩︎

  2. I’m not sure why the original link is http:// rather than https://, but the forward does lead to a secure page. ↩︎

An Assortment of Bad Emails

The lawyers in particular have been busy.

I’ve recently received a higher than average number of dumb emails. Let’s talk about a few of them.

Subject Lines From Dumb Emails I’ve Recently Received

  • ***Attention requested, Paul: You’re getting the latest about these scams
    Oh boy, hot scam news! And yes, those asterisks were in the subject line.

  • Spring fun begins now, %%Informal Greeting%!
    Presumably, the mailing software for this message would’ve replaced the variable %%Informal Greeting%% with, I don’t know, “friend”, or “amigo”, or “buckaroo”. But whoops, they left off a % and the whole thing broke.

  • We’ve Updated Our Terms of Use
    I’m sure the lawyers think they’re best served by letting everyone know about fine print updates, but Shake Shack, I really, really do not care about your terms of use. I buy a better-than-you’d-expect Veggie Shack from you perhaps twice a year, and that’s the entirety of our relationship.

  • We’ve Updated Our Terms of Use
    Bonus, Shack Shake sent me the exact same message ten days later. I’m not sure if they felt it important to remind me about the change, or if they actually updated their terms of use twice in quick succession. You know, because I didn’t actually read the terms for buying a veggie burger.

  • Learn more about our updated Terms of Service
    I don’t want to, Google. I’m also not going to read about “Updates to Google Play Terms of Service” that you emailed about three days later.

  • Your credit score has changed-here’s how
    When I opened this email, I learned that my credit score had dipped by exactly one point. Capital One even included a graphic:

    They did not, however, include my actual score within the email. That might have been mildly helpful, though I’m confident that a change of one point is very much just noise.

  • Paul, you’re no longer enrolled in CreditWise from Capital One
    After receiving the previous email, I sought a way to turn off these pointless notifications. Capital One said “If you no longer want to receive these emails, unfortunately you’ll have to unenroll from CreditWise.” OK then.

You might think this points to a method of getting fewer dumb emails, by having fewer accounts overall. Alas, even that strategy seems imperfect. Back in February, I cancelled my Alliant credit card and closed my account entirely. Nevertheless, as I was writing this post, I received an email from them. The subject line? “Your July Alliant credit card statement is now available online”

Quick and Creepy

If you read this post too, Sid, don’t email me about it.

Just before 9 AM yesterday, I posted about Dawn Zuidgeest-Craft, the septuagenarian resident. Approximately 90 minutes later, I received an email to my work account with the subject line “if Dawn can be a doctor at 72- it’s never too late for anything”. I was initially confused as to what was happening. When I opened the email, however, I saw that it was simply spam. Impressively well-targeted spam, but spam nonetheless:

An email message readingf “If Dawn Zuidgeest-Craft can become a doctor at 72, it's never too late to evaluate Deel as your payroll provider. Deel handles payroll, compliance, benefits all from one platform. Curious, do you have a payroll provider right now or is the process handled manually? ”
As I know the impact an uncommon last name can have, I’ve lightly censored the above email.

I occasionally mention my day job on here, but One Foot Tsunami and Rogue Amoeba are really quite distinct entities. They do not overlap. Attempting to leverage a cursory glance at my humor website to get my company as a payroll client is at best gross, and at worst creepy. Don’t do this.

Stay in Your Lane, Paperless Post

We should all be managing our own digital calendars.

When covering the automated rudeness of Resy, I said:

I’m a responsible adult who keeps a digital calendar. When I book a table for dinner, I also create an event, complete with reminders. Thanks to this system, I don’t believe I’ve ever missed a reservation in my life. That’s not boasting, it’s just how one should act in society.

This system continues to prevent me from being a flake, ensuring I remember and attend all manner of events. I need no further assistance, but boy do a lot of barely related services want to offer me some.

The latest was the online invitation company Paperless Post. Recently, I received a friendly birthday invitation sent with their system. I like cake, so I figured I’d go. I put the event in my calendar and then used the RSVP link to respond in the affirmative. That should have been the end of it, but it was not.

Instead, Paperless Post offered me this:

A setup box for a text message reminder

As you will no doubt guess, I clicked that de-emphasized “Skip” button. I do not need more automated texts in my life. Also, could we all just affirm once and for all that we know that message and data rates may apply? I shudder to think of the cumulative amount of time wasted reading the endless stream of notices of that obvious fact.

As I thought about this goofy feature more, it occurred to me that a text an hour before an event is surely rather late. How many people are reminded by such a text, and actually manage to show? Rather than alerting someone they should be attending an event soon, it’s almost certain to be the first indication that they’ll be missing it.

There are two other options offered, one of which is a day before reminder. That could be helpful, and it seems like it ought to be the default.

Three options for timing the reminder, 1 hour before, 2 hours before, or 1 day before

Either way, though, I’ll be passing. I don’t need to be receiving a text message like this:

A text message that says “You’re due at Benny’s First Birthday in 60 minutes”.

In My Inbox: September 2025 Edition

Y’all are weird, email marketers.

It’s time for another review of nonsense that’s appeared in my email inbox. Today, we’ve got three distinct offenders.

OpenTable

A recent email from the reservation service had the subject line “Where to book for National Couples Day”. I have to admit that it drew me in, because what in the hell is “National Couples Day”? Couples already have a day, and it’s called Valentine’s Day. They also have at least one anniversary, if not multiple.

National Couple’s Day is on the horizon, and while it may get less hype than Valentine’s Day, everyone benefits from throwing an extra date night on the calendar—even if it’s a friend date. Start your planning with the most romantic tables in Boston.

OK, once you start adding “friend dates” to this, you’ve really lost the plot. Get the hell out of here with this trash, OpenTable, and take your inconsistent apostrophe with you.

Capital One

An email from Capital One with the subject line “As the seasons change, so do fraud tactics”

Ah, yes. Fall is approaching. There’s a crispness to the air. The leaves are changing colors, pumpkin spice is appearing, and scammers are switching up their fraud tactics. What?

I skimmed this email, and I was quite tickled by one of their recommendations. It read “Never send money to someone you’ve never met face to face”. For quite literally decades at my day job, I have been paying people I’ve never met face to face, including one of my co-founders. Have I been getting scammed?

CVS

I recently had an appointment for a flu shot, because despite the beliefs of at least one dope who I can’t believe graduated from a prestigious medical school, science is real. I checked in at CVS around 10:10 AM, and I was back out the door just a few minutes later. It was great.

The email I received two and a half hours later, however, was not:

An email which arrived at 12:42 PM, reminding me about my appointment at 10:15 AM

Please note the timestamp in the upper right corner. I’m a responsible adult with a digital calendar. I don’t need a reminder email for my vaccination appointment, but if I did, it sure ought to arrive before the appointment.

Instead, you already saw me, CVS. And as mentioned above, I did arrive five minutes before my scheduled appointment. Now, it’s over. My arm is a little sore, my immunity is increasing, and we’re done. Just like this post.

Last Gen Connectors

At least I’m one of the most valued Amtrak Guest Rewards® members.

Recently, Amtrak sent me a “member exclusive” email to let me know that the future was approaching the station.

[A]s one of our most valued Amtrak Guest Rewards® members, we wanted you to be the first to know that NextGen Acela will soon be available to book on select departures. This modern, elevated experience will change the way you look at train travel. Watch your inbox for more information on how to book your future NextGen Acela travel with Amtrak.

I say, with zero sarcasm, that this is exciting! Acela might be the world’s worst high-speed train service, but it’s America’s best.1 I take Amtrak from Boston to New York City whenever I can, and if possible, I choose Acela. It’s an excellent experience. When I received this email, I was eager to get a glimpse at these new trains:

A new train, that looks phallic
Apparently, the future is trains that look exceedingly penile. So be it.

Look at that baby zoom! Now, I often work on my laptop when I travel, so I was pleased to find the email touting “Free, 5G enabled WiFi, power outlets and USB ports at every seat”. Immediately, however, I was curious as to the exact type of USB ports we were talking about here. I clicked through to their site to see what I could see, but found no pictures.

So I watched their one minute sizzle reel, which was a rather ridiculous 300+ MB in size.2 Halfway through, it showed off multiple features of the new interiors using Apple’s favorite keynote trick, the bento box:

A screenshot showing multiple features of the new trains

Oh, zoom in on the upper left!

Aw, man. USB-A?! That is not the future.

Nevertheless, I say with still zero sarcasm, I am excited to ride on one of these new trains soon.


Footnotes:

  1. Also, sadly, only. ↩︎

  2. A much smaller version of their video, whose original filename was “amtrak-nextgen-acela-sizzle.mp4”, is archived here. ↩︎

All Is Politics

It sure was nice having some things be apolitical.

Last Friday, the Social Security Administration decided to celebrate Independence Day by spamming American citizens. Their nauseating email opened with this:

This is simply not something a non-partisan government agency should send. It’s also something between misleading and an outright lie. The law will provide a four year tax deduction leading to 88% of Social Security recipients not needing to pay taxes on their benefits. Of course, under the previous law, 64% of recipients were already not paying taxes. So this temporarily benefits 24% of Social Security recipients. That’s not nothing, but it’s also not something an apolitical part of the government ought to tout to tens of millions of Americans.

More broadly, this terrible law will actually slash the social safety net while also exploding the deficit. It’s a very, very bad bill, right down to its name. What the email calls “the One Big, Beautiful Bill” is officially the “One Big Beautiful Bill Act”. The combination of no comma and ending with “Bill Act” is really just the idiotic cherry on top of a sundae of stupidity.

Despite that, I tried to find a bright side. With how Social Security has been managed, I don’t actually expect to get any money when I reach retirement age in a few decades. Given that, I suppose it’s nice that I received something from Social Security.

How I Saved $59.95

When they can sell me pictures of the future, then I’ll pay.

Often after a road race, runners will receive an offer to purchase photographs of themselves captured during the event. These photos tend towards the terrible, because running is frequently the opposite of photogenic (but not always). I don’t believe I’ve ever purchased race photos myself, but someone must be doing it, because they keep sending the photographers out there.

Last Thursday, three days before a race, I received an email from MarathonFoto with the subject line “Photo presale is live!”. This was new—they were attempting to sell me photographs that had not even been taken yet.

An email offering to sell me photos ahead of the race

When I clicked the “View Your Photos” button, I was beyond disappointed that it didn’t show me pictures from the future. In fact, the page showed no photographs at all. It did, however, show me this “best price” offer:

An offer to buy digital downloads of my photos, ahead of the race, for $60.

Boy howdy, what a bargain! For the low, low price of $60, I could buy digital copies of any photos of me that might be taken. Thank you, MarathonFoto, but no.

The day after the race, I received a more traditional come-on. Now I was curious what that same package of digital downloads would cost. Would the price actually increase? Just how much more expensive could they make it?

An offer to buy digital downloads of my photos, ahead of the race, for $70.

Well, there’s our answer. They took an already egregious price and made it 17% more expensive. You will be unsurprised to know that I once again declined to purchase.

Despite not taking MarathonFoto up on their offer, I can still relive the race just fine. My pal Lisa P. is a photographer extraordinaire, and she occasionally catches me out on the course:

Your humble author, making a goofy face as he runs a recent race.

This priceless image was graciously provided entirely free of charge.