The Art of a Good Morning, Evening or Night

Now, I am not going to sit here and pretend there are times I don't reply when someone tells me good morning, evening or night or if I even say it to someone all the time.
It's just there are places and situations where saying the greeting is sought of like a necessary evil in a sense. For example, walking toward your office space and you pass by a co-worker. The human in you would automatically call upon a smile and then the greeting would just spill out.

Ohhhh but that is not what this article is about today. Today its about that co-worker or person in that situation in which you gave you very precious greeting to who looks at you like you just told them  they are ugly or they have shit on their clothes.

That expressive bitch who probably lives in the mountains and has to be integrated into society and taught how to behave among their peers. But in the meantime uses their traditional way to show their feelings.

I don't mind if they don't reply one way or the other really but why, why do they always maintain eye contact with you whenever they are walking in your direction?
Why bore a hole in the person who is going about their business while you have nothing else better to do than stand in a corner and stare? But when they turn around and confront you with a greeting you scatter like a packs.

It is so not understandable and creepy I am beginning to think this behavior is one of the apocalyptic signs or what not because when you really pay attention, everyone does it.
From travelling in the morning to work to going out on a Friday night. Greeting people makes them uncomfortable so they give a knee jerk reaction because they do not know how to respond.

So over this weekend since I had a little free time I decided to do a little experiment on persons of three different age groups.

First was the 4 - 6 year olds, the impressionable ones. While walking to the shop I passed a group of five doing whatever children do these days at the side of the road. They saw me coming the little buggers, I know they saw me see them see me coming so I said good morning, what happened next was so funny and scary at the same time I walked on the other side of the street when going back home. They literally stopped what they were doing and stood stock still and stared at me the entire trek to the shop like they were from 'The Children Of The Corn'.

That shit just solidified my intent in having one child.

Next was the 16 - 25 year olds, my age group. Let me just say one thing, youngsters today grunt alot. I mean I don't think I can string a sentence together with the words and sounds I got as replies to my greeting while in San Juan. If it wasn't non-committed sounds it was their versions of flirting, if it wasn't shy Whoopi Goldberg 'The Color Purple' smiles it was a total head to toe scan. One girl literally told me her entire life story while in traffic on Saturday on the bus from a simple good evening, and for some reason she hypnotized me into giving her my number. God I'm so gullible when it comes to crazy people.

Any way last but not least, the elders. I am very bad lucky with the elderly and greetings. They always seem to take my greetings as reasons to hook me up with their children or grandchildren, or explaining why they are where they are.
Make no mistake they are some mean elderly people who like to play with you just because they can.
One lady once came into a doctors office where I was sitting, waiting and parked her ricketty ass across from me. Now take in mind I was reading a book so I wasn't really paying attention so her behaving like like the world was coming to an end just because I din't say good morning to her would have been justified if only I was actually paying attention to who came through the door. This lady went off. She cussed so much her blood pressure rose and got checked out before everyone else.
But the bitch about is that the old fowl didn't even say good morning, she just believed because she was an elder a greeting was basically mandatory for her.

I was so mad the thought of actually kicking her walker out from under her on the ramp crossed my mind.