OK, it is official, I am CRANKY.
I thought maybe I was normal, but Mrs. C confirmed,
“No, it is you!”
Here is the thing. Every morning while down at the shore I take a morning walk of several boardwalk miles. I am not an exercise nut; I only want to combat the caloric nightmare that comes from basically living in a kitchen.
I do not powerwalk, I stroll. I stroll and I am contemplating stuff, serious stuff, like how to hit my golf drives straighter or improve my chipping or solving the climate crisis or how to achieve World Peace.
These are not simple issues, they require concentration.
Inevitably on these strolls I encounter several seasoned ex-cheerleader ladies on their own stroll who just have to interrupt my serious concentration with a cheerful, “GOOD MORNING!”
I hate that!
First off, you are breaking up my concentration. I am on the verge of solving my slice or even promoting World Peace, and you stop me in my tracks with your friggin “GOOD MORNING!”
I am forced to respond with an equally cheerful but uninspired “Good Morning”, or ignore the salutation completely. If I ignore the salutation, I get a
“Well excuse me for being friendly” response.
I hate that!
Secondly how do you know that it is a good morning for me? Maybe I have a hangover, maybe another wife just left me, maybe my dog died.
I have a right to be disagreeable to a total stranger without being judged!
LET ME JUST WALK IN PEACE!!
OK, I’m sorry, maybe I do have issues. You are all probably all very nice ladies.