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Email Hell

June 20, 2009


This past winter, a Minneapolis couple decided to go to Florida to thaw out during a particularly icy period.   They thought it would be nice, not only to get away from the cold, but to make it romantic, so they made plans to stay at the same hotel where they spent their honeymoon 20 years earlier.

Because of conflicting schedules, it was difficult to coordinate their travel schedules. So, the husband left Minnesota and flew to Florida on Thursday, with his wife would fly down on Friday morning..

The husband got to Florida without incident and checked into the hotel, one of the nicest waterfront hotels in Miami.  He got to his room, opened up the doors that lead to the balcony and went outside to soak up some sun.   It felt good; a complete contrast from the frigid clime he left.    He went back in and decided to go for a swim.   As he opened his suitcase in search of his swimming trunks, he noticed there was a computer in his room.  He’d never seen an actual compute in a hotel room before.  He knew that most hotels had wireless capability in every room,  but not entire units.   He decided to send an email to his wife, letting her know he’d arrived just fine.   He wanted to swim and have a few cocktails poolside without any guilt over making his wife worry.    

He sat down to compose a quick e-mail, letting her know that he was fine, in Florida and waiting her arrival. 


However, he accidentally left out one letter in her email address, and without realizing his error, sent the email.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Houston , a widow had just  returned home from her husband’s funeral. He had been a minister who was called home to be with Jesus and a massive heart attack was the vehicle he took..

The widow got home, undressed and pondered what to do with her life now that she was all alone.   She worried about the future, but most of all, she missed her husband’s company.  He was a good man; a Godly man and was kind and generous and never met a stranger.  “I still love him”, she wimpered out  loud.  

Then she remembered that probably friends and family who couldn’t attend the funeral, had probably sent their condolences and regrets to her email address.   She sat down, clicked on the machine and begin reading all that was in her inbox.   She scrolled down the list of unread mail and was startled to see one email with the subject live, “You’re your Loving Husband”.  

She promptly read the message, screamed, then fainted.

The widow’s son heard her cries and rushed into the room, where he found his mother on the floor unconscious.   He then looked up at the computer screen which read:

To: My Loving Wife
Subject: I’ve Arrived
Date: October 16, 2005

I know you’re surprised to hear from me. They have computers here now and you are allowed to send emails to your loved ones. Cool, right?  I’ve just arrived and have been checked in.

I’ve seen that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing you then!!!! Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was.


Your hubby


P. S.  Sure is fuckin’ hot down here!!!!


3 Comments leave one →
  1. June 20, 2009 7:42 pm

    Good Story. I think I heard Morey Amsterdam tell that one at the Frair Tuck Inn in the Catskills back in the 1940s.

    Didn’t say the f word though. He was a classy guy.

  2. June 21, 2009 2:33 am

    Sounds like he’s describing Arizona. Great story, though!

  3. Karol permalink
    June 22, 2009 7:14 am

    Good story, Lala. I think you might have described Texas.

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