Join the Club


"I got an invitation on Facebook to join the Magnetic Eyelashes Fan Club," I told my husband as I stared at my computer screen.

"What does that even mean?" he asked incredulously.

"It's a group on Facebook for people who like magnetic eyelashes, I assume."

"Is that a thing?" he asked.

"Apparently," I said. "Although I don't wear fake eyelashes, magnetic or otherwise, so I don't know why I got an invite."

I sighed. This wasn't the first time I'd been invited to join an obscure club on Facebook. It seemed like recently the invites were coming faster and faster and the clubs were becoming more and more specific. There was the club for "People Who Prefer Camels with One Hump, Not Two." Yet another club called "When I Was Your Age Pluto Was a Planet." And the ever-popular "Friends Don't Let Friends Wear Mom Jeans." I was invited to each of these, and I can't fathom why. I don't really have any opinions one way or another about any of these, and especially the number of humps a camel should have. I'm more concerned with not getting too close to a camel so I don't get spit on.


Since my Facebook friends were the ones who were inviting me to join Facebook groups, it occurred to me that I didn't need to stop getting Facebook group invites. I needed to get some new Facebook friends.

"I got another invite for a group called 'I Always Push the Door That Says Pull,'" I continued.

"What is there to talk about in that group?" my husband wondered.

"Not much, I guess. I think it's more about keeping out the people who pull the door that says 'push,'" I said.


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