Angelina: Hey, Jennifer. What happened? You don't look well today.
Jennifer: It's Brad. He broke up with me. But don't worry. I am not as bad as I may look.
Angelina: Really? Why? What did he say? Didn't he give you any reasons?
Jennifer: No, he didn't say anything. He gave no reasons, either.
Angelina: But how could you two break up without any words from his part? I mean, if he said nothing, how did you even know he wanted to leave you?
Jennifer: He hired a "separation specialist" to speak for him.
Angelina: A what? Separation specialist?
Jennifer: Yes, Brad paid him to break the bad news.
Angelina: That's very, very irresponsible. He should at least have the courtesy to end your relationship in person.
Jennifer: Better than just sending me a text message. A separation specialist cost him much more. That mister said some people nicknamed him "the Terminator." He charged from $25 to $65 for his service. I got the 25-dollar package called "Let's just be friends."
Angelina: What was that?
Jennifer: The Terminator called me and caught me off-guard, telling me that Brad no longer wished to continue our relationship but we could still be friends. Whatever he said, I had been dumped.
Angelina: Oh my god, this is so heartrending.
Jennifer: Better than the harsher "Leave me alone" approach. Or the 65-dollar full package, which includes having the Terminator pay a visit to the dumpee’s place and take back all the jilter's belongings.
Angelina: How can you say these things so calmly? I thought you loved him very much, didn't you?
Jennifer: Yes, I did. I almost got crazy upon knowing that Brad jilted me, and in such a callous manner. But soon I came to accept the fact. It's like pulling off a Band-Aid: painful as it rips off, but over in a jiffy and with no permanent scar in the long term.
Angelina: Don't you think it better that Brad did it himself?
Jennifer: No, if he had called or came to tell me in person, I guess things would have been worse. At least I won't argue with the Terminator. He is just a neutral messenger.
Angelina: Did you cry?
Jennifer: Of course. But it's over now. I have asked the Terminator about his services. Next time I may seek for his help myself.
Angelina: Yeah, I am thinking about this, too. Recently, I feel like ending my quick fling with Brad…
Jennifer: You what? You and Brad?
Angelina: No, don't be mistaken. It's not your Brad. It's B-r-e-a-d, Bread. He doesn't seem to like my enthusiasm for charity. And I think it's time to get rid of him….