Canada does, but depending on how this guy’s email is set up, he may not have actually violated Canadian laws - ie, a person can send a mass email, a corporation needs permission.
(I used to be a volunteer with Girl Guides, but I was not important enough to have a GGC email address. One level above me did. The level above would forward me info, and ask me to send it out to local guiders. They weren’t allowed to, but I was)
I know this is moot as Meow is in the US, but it’s just an interesting perspective on how the rule is structured.
And his response was uncalled for, regardless of any laws
The Tiny Victory is that Kohler sends me stuff every time I reach out to customer service. I asked how to remove the faucet aerator and next thing I knew a new one with a key kit was on the way.
But I could not get it off and my hands hurt. I called them and she advised putting some vinegar on it so I’ve been dabbing it with a cotton pad soaked in vinegar. My fingers are raw from the vinegar. The plastic key is starting to strip. I might just have to wait for a plumber to eventually come for some other reason and have them do it instead.
They said definite no to that, it will strip the oil-rubbed bronze finish. Also turns out I was doing it backwards since I was doing “lefty-loosy” but viewed from above. Still not coming off though. I think I am destroying the key but they’re sending me another.
Dang it, I have some Kohls cash I should spend and realized they sell make up so I was going to use it for that, but it looks like since the make up is really Sephora I can’t apply the Kohls cash to it. Drug store make up it is.
It frustrates me how I can just be minding my own business on the Internet - not even on social media! - and then suddenly come across diet talk that triggers me. It truly is everywhere.
Attempting to find a photo of myself in which I don’t look drugged (driver’s license) or ready to commit murder (passport). Unfortunately it’s for an identification thing where the main requirements are shoulders up and nothing on your head, and every damn picture I have is from some kind of trip so it’s a group picture or from the side or if none of the above I’m wearing a baseball cap or helmet of some form. Or, best of all, Halloween makeup. And I’d go and take a new pic in the mirror, but I just took a shower so it’ll be a few hours before my hair is dry and I’ll probably forget again by then.
