I hate spam email.  I hate it. 

But several years ago, my work email was hit by a series of spam mailings where the company or entity sending them out seemed to have taken extra time and effort to be creative with the names they put in the “From” field.

One morning I opened my email program at the office and there were dozens of emails, as usual.  One advertising a variety of personal enhancement products was from “Mulligatawny A. Arsenal.”  I wrote down the name on the inside of my notebook cover for posterity.

Another day, an email popped up extolling the virtues of discount medications from north of the border.  It was from “Dusty E. Butts.”  Shortly afterward, I received an email encouraging me to hire a paid escort.  The considerate sender of that correspondence?  “Langourously L. Mushier.” 

“Why Pay Retail?” asked Embalmer K. Rag. 

“You Deserve Better,” retorted the subject line from one Hysterectomy H. Synod.

The final word was from someone who wanted to teach me to please my partner.  The name of this sender?  “Griddlecakes MacBeth.”