My Friend: You should get a Twitter account.
Me: I have a Twitter account.
My Friend: No, seriously, you should.
Me: No, seriously, I actually have one. I just don’t use it.
My Friend: Why not?
Me: A hundred and forty characters? It takes me a hundred and forty characters just to clear my throat. I’m not what you’d call taciturn.
My Friend: Don’t know what that means.
Me: Doesn’t matter. I don’t use Twitter.
My Friend: You should so you can see what Trump says.
Me: What? No.
My Friend: Seriously. It’s funny. Scary. Idioic.
My Friend: Idiotic.
Me: I still don’t think so. But thanks for suggesting it.
Another dozen or so exchanges saying almost exactly the same thing.
Me: I don’t even remember my password. Or screen name.
My Friend: You’re stalling — you know you want to.
Me: Okay. If it’ll make you hush.
My Friend: You ‘ll thank me.
Me: No, probably not.