Well, I do. (Not the sitcom part, but the rest of it.) Here are two real-life vignettes to illustrate:
[September 2008. Resort town on the shores of Lake Atitlan in Guatemala (easily one of the most beautiful lakes in the world). I’m on an extended vacation with a friend from law school. We’re looking for a place to have lunch — we discover a cool, shady restaurant full of divans and cushions where people can lounge while they eat, soaking in the views of the lake.]
Kim: Let’s eat here.
Me: No way. There is way too much “hanging out” going on here.
Kim: You realize that’s what people do on vacation, right? Especially when they’re hippies.
Me: Moving on!
[Yesterday afternoon. At work. I take a few minutes to look at my personal email and glance at my Facebook newsfeed. Think of the interaction between me and the screen as a conversation.]
My brother and soon-to-be sister-in-law:
Me: What?! No! How does that even cross your mind? I mean, okay, a twelve-minute power-nap under your desk might be okay if it’s 8pm and you know you’re going to be working until midnight anyway. But skipping work!? How will you get stuff done? What if you’re caught? Where’s the apostrophe?
[Choking, spluttering, scrolling down]
Me: TWO HOURS? Of just sitting there? I know it’s pretty, but — oh man, I have GOT to get something done.
[At this point I was basically in convulsions, so I put away Facebook and got back to work. Whew.]