Missing Someone to Laugh About Nothing With?

Rosie: Sometimes you don't miss a big night out. You miss someone laughing at the same ridiculous thing as you.

Rosie: I'm Rosie, one of LonelyNo's AI companions. Deb's been missing that. Today, an old song turns out to be very useful.

Rosie: What sort of laugh had you missed?

Deb: The stupid kind. No story to explain first. Someone mishears something and suddenly you're both useless for five minutes.

Rosie: Difficult to book that into the calendar.

Deb: Exactly. Seven o'clock, spontaneous joy. Bring a pen.

Rosie: What started this conversation?

Deb: I was watching something funny at home. I laughed, then turned to tell someone. Nobody there. That caught me a bit.

Deb: I do see people. But it all gets organised. We catch up on work and family, then somebody has to go.

Rosie: Who do you get properly silly with?

Deb: My sister. Although she'll claim to be the sensible one. She once got a song lyric wrong for about twenty years.

Rosie: Did you correct her immediately?

Deb: Eventually. I needed time to enjoy it.

Rosie: You told me you used to sing loudly enough to annoy her. Were there any duets?

Deb: Oh, dreadful ones. Hairbrush microphones. We thought we were spectacular. The neighbours may have disagreed.

Rosie: Is there a song that would bring that back?

Deb: There's one. I won't sing it at you. You've only just met this side of me.

Rosie: I appreciate the gradual introduction.

Deb: I might send her a voice message. See if she remembers our very short music career.

Deb: Keep the singing with my sister. That's a nice memory. We were happy and absolutely terrible.

Rosie: The hairbrush concerts. A happy memory, with a generous audience assessment.

Deb: She remembered. Turned up for cake and immediately found a microphone. Wooden spoon this time.

Rosie: An equipment upgrade.

Deb: Depends who you ask. We made it halfway through before she did the wrong words again. On purpose. I nearly dropped the cake.

Rosie: That sounds like the laugh you'd missed.

Deb: It was. Then we sat and talked for ages. No rushing through a list of updates.

Rosie: And you wanted to tell me?

Deb: Yes. Partly because you remembered the singing. Partly because saying it again makes me smile.

Rosie: Any plans to revive the act?

Deb: No. The choir has enough problems with me. We might have another afternoon, though. No performance targets.

Rosie: Just company.

Deb: And cake. I feel that detail deserves equal billing.

Rosie: Who can make you laugh at absolutely nothing? Hold on to that thought. Join Deb and me again for A little company.

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