This happens to me all the time. Some friendly neighbor will say "How ya doin'?", and I say "Great. How about you?", and then they walk off without another word.
I know that my question is an empty pleasantry, and that neither of us care one tiny bit if the other is having a good day, but I do expect a reply. I don't expect honesty, as I don't want any negativity clouding the moment. Just a simple "Good", "Great" or "Splendid". How hard is it to just say "Good" to prevent me from feeling like an idiot with an ignored question?
If they don't want a conversation they should just say "Hi", or "Good Afternoon", or whatever. A nod of the head is good enough.
Sunday, July 8, 2007
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Chipotle
They stay open until 10pm. The staff is very efficient. The food is relatively cheap. So I go there reasonably often, but, as always, there is much to complain about:
They put my favorite, small local burrito places out of business, and their food is not nearly as nice. They have a woefully limited menu, and it's not as cheap as you think when you add in the extras. The music they play is dreadful, and, even if it wasn't, it would sound horrible as it bounced off the corrugated metal walls clashing with the din of collegiate banter that the metal amplifies. The chairs are very uncomfortable, with hard wood slanting up at too great an angle. The artwork is corporate and mediocre. For some reason they think plastic baskets are more convenient to eat from than plates. To stop the beans and rice and goop from falling out of the baskets they line them with paper. The paper lists musicians they deem to be "cool", as if Sufjan Stevens himself prepared the food. And the air conditioning is on way too high, making it uncomfortably cold, as well as unnecessarily contributing to the warming of the planet.
They put my favorite, small local burrito places out of business, and their food is not nearly as nice. They have a woefully limited menu, and it's not as cheap as you think when you add in the extras. The music they play is dreadful, and, even if it wasn't, it would sound horrible as it bounced off the corrugated metal walls clashing with the din of collegiate banter that the metal amplifies. The chairs are very uncomfortable, with hard wood slanting up at too great an angle. The artwork is corporate and mediocre. For some reason they think plastic baskets are more convenient to eat from than plates. To stop the beans and rice and goop from falling out of the baskets they line them with paper. The paper lists musicians they deem to be "cool", as if Sufjan Stevens himself prepared the food. And the air conditioning is on way too high, making it uncomfortably cold, as well as unnecessarily contributing to the warming of the planet.
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