Fnigers, my Inner Typist, is getting restles.
I can feel it when I’m writing, typing, and now painting. There’s an urge – a surge even – for my fingers to go off and do their own thing. I know that Fingers is trying to take over as I’ll attempt to type the letter ‘L’, for instance, and I’ll hit the ‘K’ or the semi-colon. And that combined with a wireless keyboard that’s losing juice can produce some rather peculiar reslts.
I received an email from Amazon the other day. Very Amazony it was too, looks wise, and at first glance it looked as though the email author had commissioned their Inner Typist to produce the email.
They told me ‘Every six months Amazon makes integrity checks related to his customers accounts, how they use the account and if the account is still used by the customer. If the customer account is not used for a longer period of time (1 month) it will be disabled of by Amazon Team and then removed in the next two months of inactivity.’
Ooh. I thought.
They went on ‘To validate that still use this Amazon account please click the generated link as follows:.
Sign in to Amazon account (This was a link taht wanted me to go to aimazon3.upfstamzonle dot blah blah blah)
The procedures to disable and then delete the account acording to the term of use specified in the Terms and Conditions will take place after the link expire.
– The verification procedure requires a very short time from the customer.
– The generated link above is only active for 24 hours.
If during this period the customer does not make verification account will be disabled until further notice.
Thank you for your understanding and apologize for any inconvenience that this may create.
Amazon Customers Service Team.’
Fnigers, my Inner Typist, was on the ball. Without my even thinking about it, I’d grabbed the email and flung it unceremoniously into my Junk folder. I then had to retrieve it again just to make sure it was junk, and then unceremoniously once again flung it back into Junk. If Fingers hadn’t had been on the ball, though, the further I read through the text the more un-Amazony it became, and the link was the final straw. I never click links in emails now anyway, but always hover over the link to check the address.
My grammer isn’t purrfect, and neither is my tpying (expecially when Fnigers is on the seen) but sometimes that inperfection, as in this email’s case, can sniff out spam like a tin of spam that’s been off and pungent for years.
As Fingers says ‘Awlays be on the lookout for phishing and spam emails. Sometimes, they do look proffessional’.
There. That should keep Fingers happy for a while now.