Way back when, in days of yore, at the end of a transaction with the grocer, butcher, barber, etc, I would be dismissed with the following phrase, "Have a good day."
Or words to that effect.
An innocuous enough sentiment. Wishing me generally well for my immediate future.
But now, the clerk at my local Shopper's, Timmy's, Gas Bar and pretty much everywhere else I patronize ends the transaction with the following statement: "Have a good one."
But...have a good what?
Is it now up to me what I have a good one of?
Can they no longer offer me anything specific?
Is it a politically correct, gender neutral thing?
Should I have a good drive home?
A good time picking my lottery numbers?
Maybe a good dinner?
Fergawdssake, help me out here!
A good walk with my dog?
How about good time with my spouse?
Perhaps a good hair day?
Throw me a bone!
A good belch at the end of my meal?
A good cup of coffee?
A good nights sleep?
Give me a goal!
Have a good life?
Have a good bowel movement?
A good colonoscopy?
For crying out loud, don't be namby-pamby about it, be specific!
I CAN'T TAKE THE PRESSURE!
DJW
"I'm not crazy I'm just a little unwell..."
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