I increasingly receive this greeting in emails at work. It raises several questions:
- Who has hopes about my well?
- What do they hope about my well?
- Are they asking if I hope something about my well?
- Are they asking if I know if they hope something about my well?
- Why do they even think I have a well?
Actually, there is a well in the basement of my workplace. Perhaps they found out about it, and the fungal problem it had in the past. Ah, that must be it! They are concerned about the current condition of the well at my workplace.
I’ve now checked on the well and found that the fungus has cleared up, so I’ve taken a photo of it, and will send it to them with the following message, which should relieve their worries:
“Dear Martin,
Thank you for your concern about my well. I’m pleased to say that it is still structurally sound and is now free from that weird fungus it had. I’ve attached a current photo, though it’s difficult to show the full diameter.
However, back to business:
There’s no fucking way …”
Yes. That’s a good start.
