AWeber is the company that handles marriage moats. They give me daily stats about how many people opened the message, how many bounced, how many bought something and how many complained. The last two are predictably zero, week after week.
But a few days ago there was a yolk yellow block around the last one. I had one complaint.
I poked around trying to figure out who submitted it, or why. But I am not smart enough to unravel that. All I know is that one person out of 650 bellyached on a Tuesday in July. I am not even clear how a person accomplishes this. Did he or she call up AWeber and speak to a rep? Did they write a scathing letter? Did they click on a button I have not yet found?
I feel like a slug. How do I apologize? How could I make amends? There are no avenues that I can find. This morning I said the words out loud to my keyboard. No response.
Sometimes I whine to John in cloaked messages. He knows I am ticked but I am too cool to tell him why. He has to figure out the transgression. Let him wallow in confusion for a few days. That'll teach him.
Teach him what? That his wife is as undecipherable as a multinational list server? That is certainly a title worth having.
I think I will reread the
Complaint Free World. At least I can lessen the likelihood that people I love will feel like slugs.
