You’ve Got A Friend

‘It says here, “Brian and Sue are now friends”.’

            ‘Did they have a bust-up?’

            ‘Not to my knowledge.’

            ‘So, what’s it to you?’

            ‘Nothing. It’s just they’re not friends. They’re brother and sister.’

            ‘Makes sense. Brothers and sisters are like that, you know.’

            ‘I suppose you’re right.’

            ‘Of course I’m right. Anyway, don’t you think you’re taking this Facebook lark a bit too seriously?’

            ‘You bet I am! Do you remember that interview I went for the other day?’

            ‘No.’

            ‘Do you know the first question the bastards asked me?’

            ‘ “Did you have a pleasant journey, Mr. Church?” ’

            ‘ “How many Facebook friends have you got, Michael?” ’

            ‘Ha! Michael! Nice one. And what did you tell ’em?’

            ‘The truth, of course.’

            ‘You wally.’

            ‘I said I’d sooner be seen dead than waste my life clicking on a sodding “Like” button on a social network designed for and by morons.’

            ‘You tell ’em, Michael. Did you get the job?’

            ‘What do you think? Anyway, if you can’t beat them, join them, I guess.’

            ‘Exactly. So, what are you doing now?’

            ‘Sending out friend requests.’

            ‘That’s pathetic, Mick.’

            ‘I know.’

            ‘Send me one while you’re at it, will ya?’