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The hostess: "Meeting tomorrow. Ugh."
Me: "You know what's worse than being in a meeting? Being on Twitter with a bunch of people in a meeting."
Massage therapy major: "What's Twitter...?"
Benj: "Ha-ha. Oh God."
Me: "It's this microblogging thing where you, like, share your every thought with a bunch of strangers, and you only have 140 characters to do it in."
Massage therapy major: "I don't get it. Why?"
Me: "Why not?"
Benj: "I know. Who has a Twitter account? Show of hands."
I raise my hand and dart my eyes around the room. The hostess' boyfriend lifts his arm, looks around and puts it back down.
Benj (to me): "You see? This is not a mainstream phenomenon. It's just you and your little internet tribe."
My ass it is. Hey you! Follow me here.
2 comments:
RTOFL.
Love,
RockDemon
Aww, demon of rock, I love you too.
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