I called the police. “Is this missing persons?”
“Yes ma’am, it is. Who’s missing?”
“My daughter.”
“Sorry to hear. But I can’t help noticing, you sound more annoyed than concerned.”
“She’s been devoured by facebook.” Silence. “I find this annoying.”
“I’m not sure I understand.”
“She’s morphed into the computer. There she was, as usual, pouring over her computer like she does every night, studying her facebook page as though it were the Rosetta Stone, giggling because she’d been tagged, and then suddenly I couldn’t find her.”
“Now we’re getting somewhere. She was playing tag and she ran away.”
“No, no. She wasn’t playing tag. She was tagged.”
“I see. She doesn’t like being tagged? You said she was giggling, so I assumed she liked being tagged. A lot of people don’t like to be it, so this would be completely natural if she were to run away to avoid the prospect.”
“Is there something wrong with you? She was tagged in the photograph. What’s not to understand?”
“I see. Virtual tag. Interesting. Just as traumatic, no doubt.”
“Whatever. Right before that, she was looking at something and then she decided she liked it.”
“That’s’ nice. Sounds like a good kid. Worth looking for. Some aren’t, you know.”
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