I’m stood in line at a coffee shop to order some drinks right behind a few teenage girls. They all order seasonal drinks, take photos, and basically act like typical teenage girls.
I order next.
Me: “I’d like a black medium coffee and [lists four seasonal drinks].”
The server eyes me oddly. I’m guessing I pronounced them wrong.
Me: “My daughter has her friends round; they like these drinks.”
This seems to satisfy him and he goes off to make the drinks. The girls get served and they sit down. As I collect my order, I hear them complain.
Girl #1: “They put the sticker right on the logo.”
Girl #2: “Mine, too.”
Girl #1: “They did it on purpose. They’re looking over at us now.”
Girl #2: “I can’t take a photo of this.”
Me: “Err, sorry, but I’ve ordered pretty much what you have. Do you want to take a photo of mine?”
Girl #2: “Yes, please!”
They took their photos and posed. I found it all a bit odd, they were just being young, and social media is important to them. They weren’t hurting anyone. I don’t go there often enough to have seen the girls there again, but I hope they’ve found better baristas that aren’t as petty.
In college in the late 1980s, I had my own private phone line set up in my dorm room. However, I guess the number was close to a couple of others because I kept getting phone calls for Mark, Rick, and Mike.
They were always on my answering machine, but that meant they weren’t actually listening to my message because it was, “Hello, you’ve reached [My Name] at [Phone Number]. I’m sorry I’m not here…”
I eventually got tired of the wrong numbers and changed my message:
“Hello, you’ve reached [My Name] at [Phone Number]. This isn’t Mark. This isn’t Rick. And I’m sorry, Melissa, but this isn’t Mike. If you wish to speak to one of them, please hang up and dial again. If you wish to leave a message for [My Name], please do so after the tone.”
Melissa called. It seems she had finally paid attention to the outgoing message, as she left me one, and I could hear her trying to keep from laughing the entire time.
“I’m sorry, [My Name]. I didn’t realize I had been leaving all those wrong messages. Maybe one of these days, I’ll get on out to California and I can finally meet the wrong number.”
However, finals week was upon us, so I changed my answering machine message to indicate that I was going to always be studying, so people should leave a message and maybe I’d get back to them sometime.
Melissa called again. It seemed she liked being called out on someone’s answering machine and I guess she called so she could show it to someone. Again, she was trying to keep it together on the phone:
“[My Name]! It’s Melissa. What happened? Don’t you love me anymore?”
I think I still have that cassette tape somewhere.
(I’m a sophomore. I’m in my math class in my group with three other students. I’m trying to do my work, while the two guys are talking to the other girl.)
(My parents live in a small community in northern Canada, which has recently been having a problem with wolves: they’re hungry because of the reduced caribou population, and have been coming into people’s yards and, sadly, have attacked or killed some people’s pets. My husband and I are chatting with my mom.)
Mom: “People are making a big deal about this, like wolves have never been an issue before.”
Me: “Yeah, I’m pretty sure there have been wolves in the area for longer than there have been people, like no one has ever been attacked ever.”
Mom: “People keep leaving nasty message on Facebook, trying to blame the mayor for not ‘doing anything!’ Last I checked, wildlife falls under provincial jurisdiction, not municipal.”
Me: “If they’re that worried they should keep their pets inside, or at least not leave them outside unattended.”
Mom: “I wrote on Facebook, ‘Well, if you go to Grandmother’s house and you find her ears to be a little long and her teeth a little too sharp, just leave the basket of goodies and back away slowly.’”
Me: laughing
Husband: “Imagine if the wolves were on Facebook? ‘Ugh, slim pickings over here; I give this place a 2/10.’”
Me: “So, do you think they’d post their reviews… on Yelp?
seanfear about 17 hours ago
and personality quizzes
FreyjaRN Premium Member about 17 hours ago
That they were.
j_m_kuehl about 16 hours ago
Social Media: “The lost Hours”
Yakety Sax about 16 hours ago
It’s A Small World, And Social Media Somehow Makes It Smaller
I added someone completely at random on my Facebook because she had made a lot of thought-inspiring comments on a number of posts I had seen.
I had her on my friends list for the better part of six months or so before we had this conversation one day.
Friend: “Well, my girlfriend [Girlfriend] said…”
Me: “That’s funny… I have a sister named [Girlfriend].”
Friend: “Haha! Does she live in New York City?”
Me: “Actually, she does.”
It turned out IT ACTUALLY WAS MY SISTER!
Yakety Sax about 16 hours ago
Social Media Can Be Harmful, But Not Like This
I’m stood in line at a coffee shop to order some drinks right behind a few teenage girls. They all order seasonal drinks, take photos, and basically act like typical teenage girls.
I order next.
Me: “I’d like a black medium coffee and [lists four seasonal drinks].”
The server eyes me oddly. I’m guessing I pronounced them wrong.
Me: “My daughter has her friends round; they like these drinks.”
This seems to satisfy him and he goes off to make the drinks. The girls get served and they sit down. As I collect my order, I hear them complain.
Girl #1: “They put the sticker right on the logo.”
Girl #2: “Mine, too.”
Girl #1: “They did it on purpose. They’re looking over at us now.”
Girl #2: “I can’t take a photo of this.”
Me: “Err, sorry, but I’ve ordered pretty much what you have. Do you want to take a photo of mine?”
Girl #2: “Yes, please!”
They took their photos and posed. I found it all a bit odd, they were just being young, and social media is important to them. They weren’t hurting anyone. I don’t go there often enough to have seen the girls there again, but I hope they’ve found better baristas that aren’t as petty.
Yakety Sax about 16 hours ago
Long-Distance Relationships Before Social Media
In college in the late 1980s, I had my own private phone line set up in my dorm room. However, I guess the number was close to a couple of others because I kept getting phone calls for Mark, Rick, and Mike.
They were always on my answering machine, but that meant they weren’t actually listening to my message because it was, “Hello, you’ve reached [My Name] at [Phone Number]. I’m sorry I’m not here…”
I eventually got tired of the wrong numbers and changed my message:
“Hello, you’ve reached [My Name] at [Phone Number]. This isn’t Mark. This isn’t Rick. And I’m sorry, Melissa, but this isn’t Mike. If you wish to speak to one of them, please hang up and dial again. If you wish to leave a message for [My Name], please do so after the tone.”
Melissa called. It seems she had finally paid attention to the outgoing message, as she left me one, and I could hear her trying to keep from laughing the entire time.
“I’m sorry, [My Name]. I didn’t realize I had been leaving all those wrong messages. Maybe one of these days, I’ll get on out to California and I can finally meet the wrong number.”
However, finals week was upon us, so I changed my answering machine message to indicate that I was going to always be studying, so people should leave a message and maybe I’d get back to them sometime.
Melissa called again. It seemed she liked being called out on someone’s answering machine and I guess she called so she could show it to someone. Again, she was trying to keep it together on the phone:
“[My Name]! It’s Melissa. What happened? Don’t you love me anymore?”
I think I still have that cassette tape somewhere.
Yakety Sax about 16 hours ago
Life Or Social Media
(I’m a sophomore. I’m in my math class in my group with three other students. I’m trying to do my work, while the two guys are talking to the other girl.)
Guy: “[Girl], do you have a Facebook?”
Girl: laughs “No. I have a life.”
Yakety Sax about 16 hours ago
Wolves Are Social (Media) Creatures
(My parents live in a small community in northern Canada, which has recently been having a problem with wolves: they’re hungry because of the reduced caribou population, and have been coming into people’s yards and, sadly, have attacked or killed some people’s pets. My husband and I are chatting with my mom.)
Mom: “People are making a big deal about this, like wolves have never been an issue before.”
Me: “Yeah, I’m pretty sure there have been wolves in the area for longer than there have been people, like no one has ever been attacked ever.”
Mom: “People keep leaving nasty message on Facebook, trying to blame the mayor for not ‘doing anything!’ Last I checked, wildlife falls under provincial jurisdiction, not municipal.”
Me: “If they’re that worried they should keep their pets inside, or at least not leave them outside unattended.”
Mom: “I wrote on Facebook, ‘Well, if you go to Grandmother’s house and you find her ears to be a little long and her teeth a little too sharp, just leave the basket of goodies and back away slowly.’”
Me: laughing
Husband: “Imagine if the wolves were on Facebook? ‘Ugh, slim pickings over here; I give this place a 2/10.’”
Me: “So, do you think they’d post their reviews… on Yelp?
Three Of Us: howling with laughter
Farside99 about 15 hours ago
Now it’s Wordle scores.
Kevin Roth Premium Member about 10 hours ago
I still get memories to repost some of those. Simpler times.
Daltongang Premium Member about 9 hours ago
Don’t sell yourself short Aunty, you were always the most annoying thing on social media.
kaycstamper about 9 hours ago
And now it’s you!
ladykat about 9 hours ago
True.
rockyridge1977 about 9 hours ago
……..now , not even close!!!!!
cuzinron47 about 7 hours ago
Social media is optional you know.
JLChi about 6 hours ago
I am so happy to have no idea what Farmville is or was or could have been. When it comes to social media, ignorance is bliss.