We now all know it as the social media but in reality much of what happens on it is anti-social.
There's nothing the Twitter trolls and the Facebook ferals like more than revelling in someone else's misfortune.
An Electronic System for Travel Authorisation, or an ESTA, is required if you want to transit the United States but unfortunately I had never heard of the requirement - presumably because I have always had a work visa for America, which expired last October, and therefore one wasn't required. So I have to take it on the chin, my two-hour stopover in Los Angeles on the way to London, was rejected because I had been in Iraq three years ago.
Among those taking potshots at my new grounded status are former retired colleagues, mocking "world weary old Bazza" having another senior moment and "losing track of where he was", and the embittered former MP for three parties Tau Henare tweeting "that's what happens when you are" a word rhyming with banker and on Facebook coming more to the point simply calling me a dumb arse.
Clearly missing my flight has stirred up the sort of emotion in others that I felt on the night that my travel authorisation was denied. Feeling sorry for myself? No, just baffled by the outpouring of glee and vitriol at my rejection.