The scene at dinner:
[I am seated with my mother, father, elder brother S, and his partner O. It is a charming, old Italian restaurant with dark red tablecloths and curtains, plus pretty Tiffany-style lamps for each table.]
Mom: I messed up on Facebook. I’m so confused by Messenger.
O: What did you do?
Mom: I don’t know what happened. I was trying to create a group on Facebook, and next thing I know, I’ve sent a bunch of messages to people, and they’re all saying they aren’t interested. So I deleted my page.
S: You were trying to create a group? I am confused. What were you doing?
Me: Were you just trying to make a group list of your contacts, like for privacy permission?
Me: Ohhh. I bet Messenger sent a bunch of messages to people in your contacts telling them you joined Messager–and Facebook then will try to get them to download the Messenger app if they try to view new messages while on mobile.
Mom: I think that is what happened.
Me [ready to stab a steak knife through the table]: I HATE THAT MESSENGER SHIT.
[The table breaks out into laughter.]
O: So tell us how you really feel.