Death of the emailman

Mitchell: Heya Ashleigh, my uncle is giving me grief coz he doesn’t use Farcebook so we never talk except at weddings and funerals. He says he wants me to get an ‘email’ account. You know what that is? Do you go to the bank for one or what?

Ashleigh: You’re such a child of the 90s Mitchell! Email is what people used to use before MyopiaSpace and Farcebook were invented. You had to write stuff down on paper, yeah can you believe it, and then give it to someone else who then took it to your friends for you. I know, it sounds unbelievable but I heard that’s what they did back in the 20th century.

Blake: You idiots! That wasn’t email that was snail mail! They called it that because you got notes left at your door and snails ate them.

Mitchell: No, no, no, I already asked my dad about that and he said they called it snail mail because it was slow. But he did say that snails ate them. So maybe it was both. But it wasn’t email.

Ashleigh: So Blake, what is email then? And why do you need an account?

Blake: Email was like Farcebook error messages. You know, they only went to you and nobody else could see them. Although I still don’t know why you’d want to get messages that nobody else can see – I mean what if you forgot to check your email? You’d miss out on parties and stuff. With Farcebook somebody will tell you about the invite coz they all got one anyways. And if they didn’t then you’d be sure to get an IM about it. Tell your uncle to get onto Farcebook.

Mitchell: He says he can’t understand Farcebook.

Ashleigh: Oh really? What’s to understand?

Blake: Yeah, what’s the problem?

Mitchell: Well I asked him that and he said I just answered my own question. Old people are really weird sometimes.

Blake: Yeah. Hang on, SMS. Hey, Samantha wants to know if we’re going to Corey’s party?