Last week, one of my friend’s Facebook status posts read, “I eat chicken poop and I like it.” An obvious hack by a friend, I’ll admit I snickered. While poop-eating might be funny, Perry and I have clients who have also friended us on social media — so when I turned on a computer Perry had been using to find he was still logged in on FB, I had a dilemma.
Rather than have him announce to the world something sure to be embarrassing, I simply changed his sex to female and set his birthdate for tomorrow. I also changed his birth year too. Buhahaha! And then, all I had to do was wait until someone wished her a ‘happy 86th birthday.’
