Last month I mailed the results of a study we had done at work out to a variety of people, including the president of a subsidiary of the company that had ordered the study. His first name was Elvis.
Today I got that item of mail back stamped “Return to Sender” with “No such number” checked.
Life imitates art. The worse art, the more likely it gets imitated. That’s what’s wrong with the world.
“You shall know the truth
And the truth shall make you flee” - Lazarus Long