I submitted a poem to a new journal; I got a somewhat terse rejection letter.  Then, just to underscore the point, they sent me the same rejection letter a day later.  Sort of an encore-type thing.

Then, finally, I get an e-mail welcoming me to “The Sub Club” asking me if I “Want Attention.”  I swear I am not making this up.

Not even gonna touch that one.

I got halfway down the wrong street before the storefronts finally clued me in.  (“Wow, was this furniture store always here?”  “They put in a bakery?!  Overnight?!  Ohhhhhh … wait.”)