Till “Delete” do us part
My sister called me to rant about her ex deleting her as a friend on Facebook. She asked me to check and see if he deleted me too.”Why do you care? You broke up with him. And I’m at work; I don’t have time for this.”
Not the response she wanted. Click. For the record, she’s the older sister.
I then checked my Google reader (because there’s always time for that at work) and saw this in my feed of the New York Times most e-mailed articles.
I sent the link to my sister, telling her she was probably sacrificed in a reckless moment of hunger, when her ex had a severe craving for a Whopper.