Junk Mail
I'm so used to getting so much junk mail that I've schooled myself to ignore it. When I got a piece of mail from the Rouse Home (used to be, and maybe still is, the county home for sick and elderly) I just discarded it. I assumed it was asking for money, like all the other junk mail does.
But this afternoon, one of my artist friends asked me if I'd gotten an invitation to the juried art show at the Rouse Home. Ho! It hadn't been what I thought it was. But in a way, it was still asking for money. They asked for $10 per painting that you submit to be shown, money refunded if you don't get chosen for the show, but if you don't come get your work immediately, you're charged storage fees. We both decided to pass on this art show.











