Workplace Theater presents: “Good”

Backstory: Garage Guy D is the assistant manager down at one of the garages, and sometimes brings that garage’s paperwork to the main office. He’s the only smoker in the whole company, I think . . . his paperwork always reeks of stale cigarettes.

Here’s a standard conversation between me and GGD:

GGD: (rings doorbell)
ME: (opens door)
GGD: Hey, how are you?
ME: Good, how are you?
GGD: Eh, it’s Tuesday.

Every time I return the useless, non-caring “how are you” crap, he answers with the day of the week.

Yesterday:

GGD: (rings doorbell)
ME: (opens door)
GGD: Hi there, how are you?
ME: Good, how are you?
GGD: Well, it’s Thursday. Almost Friday.
(pause)
ME: Dude, why don’t you just say “good”?
GGD: Huh?
ME: Why don’t you just say “good”?
GGD: Oh, I don’t want to waste it.

FIN