Adding insult to indignity. That’s just the way it flows.
If you’ll scroll down, you’ll find the post I recently wrote about the many humiliations of the aging process including, but not limited to, the steady stream (sorry) of incontinence-themed catalogues that trickles in (really sorry) with the mail each week. Now, I’m no Perry Mason (or Della Street either for that matter), but I am sure I was quite clear about this in my post: in no way did I state, infer or imply that I had ever used said items. Nonetheless, to reiterate, I am still in control of my bladder, as is every other member of the household except the largest and fattest of our cats, but he confines his accidents to the puppy pads we strew around the litter box in the cellar, so that doesn’t really count.
Imagine my surprise, then, when I received the following missive from the nice, if misguided and apparently illiterate, folks who make and market a product called (I am not making this up) Peepods.
So once again, let me just say, I DO NOT SUFFER FROM INCONTINENCE, mild or otherwise.
In any case, I politely rejected their offer and instead of flogging their products, I am devoting my energies to rebuilding my shattered confidence, starting with the fact that I am interesting.
Posted on April 7, 2013, in Life and times and tagged Aging, Cat, Homor, Humiliation, Incontinence products, Malcolm Gladwell, Slattern. Bookmark the permalink. 17 Comments.
Wow. Pee Pods. I’m thinking that someone didn’t fully read your post.
It happens all the time.
Reblogged this on the AGE list.
Really, Wendie. I had no idea you were so popular with the devoid of urinary control sect. I’d like to say I’m envious you were solicited for your writing prowess, but…I’ll let you have the glory…no…really…I insist.
Do not piss me off, Susan.
Hey, I feel left out here. I get all the nonsense about low insurance premiums, Saga Holidays, releasing equity in my house, but washable incontinence pads? Clearly i’ve fallen off someon’e radar.
Yours definitely takes the cake (then processes it out and poops it into a pair of size 2, I’m sure, pee pods); however, a while back, I received a similar offer – to try out a diet website for free and write a review about it. I mentally told the person who made that, erm, kind – kind of insulting, that is – offer that he could go “suck it.” I’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess that the author of the email you received doesn’t EVER get laid on Valentine’s Day, his birthday or his anniversary.He probably wears adult diapers during football games so that he doesn’t have to get up from the sofa and walk 14 or 15 steps to the bathroom.
I am sorry that I am laughing very hard right now… and no thank you, i don’t need a diaper either. haaaaaaaaaa
Let me know when the truss catalogues start rolling in.
The promotional giveaway has all sorts of potential NOT!!
I can’t even think about it.
mypeepods.com?? that is the most hilarious junk mail I’ve ever seen.
You’re only laughing because you didn’t get it.
LOL probably true. But then, I’ve been receiving a loads of junk mail lately soliciting my attendance at seminars intended to help me pick out my burial plot. Loads of fun there.
You are interesting. Flogging “Pee Pods” would raise some eyebrows. I love you unencumbered by commercialism.
If it meant earning a few bucks, I’d get encumbered pretty fast, let me tell you.