Some interesting characters come to a party.
A quartet knocked on the door of a house that was brightly lit up and raucously noisy. A man in a tee-shirt and shorts threw open the door.
“We’re here for the party!”
“Well, come on in!” the man said jovially.
So they did. The four new guests circulated but couldn’t talk to anyone. They took turns sitting down and ignoring anyone who walked past them. Nobody noticed their snubs.
When it was time to eat, they turned up their noses at everything after taking it apart, then threw stuff all over. They huddled together in a corner, whispering. If someone approached them, they turned their backs.
Finally, their faces settled into deep lines of boredom as they wandered all over the house. Eventually, they looked at each other and headed for the door. Without a word to their host, they opened it and left.
“I must say that was a major exercise in futility,” said one.
“Yeah, they didn’t need us!” said another.
“I guess our jobs are passé these days,” the third mourned.
“You’re so right! They had more than enough party poopers already in there. Everybody spent their time looking down at their phones obliviously,” the fourth decided.
“What do we do now, for fun?” they said together.
“How about we change jobs? We could become like the life of the party, right?”
“Wonder how hard that is to do?”
“We could practice on each other! What does the life of the party do anyway?”
“We could have a couple of parties ourselves,” suggested one.
“That’s right, none of us have had a party in a very long time!”
“All right, who wants to have the first one?”
They practiced smiling at each other and telling jokes as they vanished into the ether of the night.