Every day, as I leave my office for the parking garage, I pass by the guard desk.
Working the desk at that time of day is a sweet, old, woman who makes it her mission to tell everyone walking by "Good night. Have a nice evening." Or some variation on that.
What makes me a horrible person is that I FUCKING HATE THAT!
It's the end of the day. I just want to get to my jeep and go home. I've had forced social interactions all day long. It's called "work". Now, all I want is to end it all and retreat to my Fortress of Solitude.
But first I have to pass the social bully at the guard desk.
The woman who is going to assault me with her well wishes.
The uniformed guard who is going to EXPECT me to acknowledge her unwanted comment with some sort of reciprocal nicety. Maybe even make EYE CONTACT!
Fuck!
Everyday I feel like I'm being aurally raped by unwanted good wishes!
I don't want to respond to her, but I generally do.
I may be an asshole, but I'm not a prick.
What's the difference, you ask?
About 2 inches.
Thanks for playing.
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