My favorite was when, out of the blue, I started getting all sorts of mail that would have been of interest to nudists. The first one had an abbreviation like aanr. I opened it, it was a thick, legitimate looking piece of mail. Hmm, AANR stood for American association for nude recreation. A glossy four-page brochure depicted people in every stage of life playing tennis, basketball, shuffleboard, hiking through the woods, sitting at picnic tables, all nude. Some were wearing fanny packs.
After that I got mail for nude resorts, travel agencies, all sorts of stuff. I always figured someone signed me up for this mail as a prank, but the weird thing was I had just moved to a new state, and no one could have gotten my new new address that fast. But it was all addressed to me, by my familiar name.
I guess you could say it was enlightening. I loved it, got a laugh every time.