in which I overreact to that stupid lady who emailed me

I got an email the other day from a rude woman who lined me out thusly:

". . . I am seriously disappointed that your phone number is not provided in this listing! I am interested in talking to you regarding my purchasing options of your goat's milk products. Please contact me ASAP at [redacted]."

Her disappointment was such that she had to use an exclamation point! The sticky wicket here is that I don't sell goat's milk products and never have, nor have I ever advertised that I do, which she could easily have found out by actually reading the listing that infuriated her so. But in googling her name I have discovered that she is an avid composer of religious poetry that is exactly as good as you would expect.