Escalator . . . escalator . . . What is that?

Cousin: That picture of the escalator I took is being published!

Me: Escalator?

Cousin: You know, they are like stairs, but they move.

Me: I know what an escalator is, I was asking about which escalator specifically.

Cousin: Oh. The one at LACMA.

Me: Right, that one.

Doubleclick.

Mother: I can't get the pictures to open.

Me: Oh. You have to double click.

Mother: Click . . . . . . . . click. It still isn't working. I think the internet is broken.

Me: . . .

Maybe he has a point.

Brother: We are so different.

Me: Not really. We just subscribe to different subcultures.

Brother: . . .

Me: Our styles aren't unique, really. Your's is the urban gangsta and mine is hippy.

Brother: We are so different.