“How’s the Job Hunt Coming Along?”

FATHER and MOTHER are sitting in the living room together.

Father: You need to have a conversation with that son of yours. The boy ain’t right.

Mother: Oh Honey, don’t be so hard on him. It’s just a little hobby of his, he’s really trying hard to get a job.

Father: Well, he’s not trying hard enough. Do you know that last night I walked in on him looking up ‘pair of tits’ on his phone?!

Mother: Yes, he showed me them. A tit is just a classification of a bird.

Father: Whatever. Anyways, I looked thru his search history and I saw that he recently looked up ‘dick.’ It was dick-something.

Mother: A dickcissel? That’s another species of bird.

Father: Well, it sounds gay. He needs to be out looking for a job instead of looking for tits and dick-cissels!

Mother: Oh Jack, why can’t you just be happy for him? He’s not drinking and doing drugs like some of the other unemployed people do.

Father: I know, but it’s like he’s addicted to it! All he does every day is go birding!

SON enters through the front door and walks into the living room.

Son: Hey guys, you won’t believe this woodcock I saw today!

Fin.