Disclaimer: I love my non writing friends. They are top-notch and their hearts are in the right place.
That being said, here is a conversation I recently had (unfortunately, it is not the first time I've had a conversation like this).
friend: So, Tess, what's up with your book?
me: Good news, actually. I recently partnered with a great agent and...
friend: I thought you got one of those a long time ago?
(deep breath, Tess. This sweet friend does not write, has no idea how difficult it can be to get an agent. Do NOT use the high, shaky, screamy voice here. Deep breath.)
me : Um, no. It just happened, actually.
friend: Wow, that took you, like, forever. So, what publisher have you chosen to go with?
me: Actually, it's more difficult than that, you see it is quite competitive and...
friend: Don't you think your writing is good enough to be published?
me: Of course I do, it's just that...
friend: Why don't you call the publisher, or better yet, have your agent call the publisher.
(do not let sarcasm drip from your lips here, Tess. Control it. Control it.)
me: Brilliant idea, I'll get right on it.
friend: See? aren't you glad we had this little chat?