"How are you?"
How many times do you hear that question. Probably hundreds of times a year. It's usually said with a handshake or in passing in a public place. How are you? "How are you" has become the "Hi." of this generation. And it's another of my pet peeves. But I do have a solution. Yes, it's true...I've been giving this one waaaaaaay to much think-time. And I've come up with a solution.
The next time someone asks you how you are, be honest. That's all you have to do. The scene would look something like this;
Susan: (in passing) How are you?
Kathy: I'm terrible. (runs to catch up with Susan who is trying to make her get-away) It all started when I got up this morning and discovered my dog had experienced intestinal problems during the night. Then we didn't have milk for breakfast so I had to send Junior to school with no breakfast, which prompted an investigation of our family life. Well later that night, as I was driving to the store for more milk, I got pulled over and the policewoman happened to be a former classmate, one that I accidentally locked in her locker years ago. So I ended up in jail and with only one phone call to make. I called my husband of course, and when he answered, he started telling me about his horrible day at work. I keep trying to get a word in and he finally says "You always interrupt when I'm trying to talk to you" and hangs up. And then...
Susan: (slowly backs away)
So you see...problem solved. You can bet that Susan won't be asking Kathy how she is anymore. Mission accomplished.
Tomorrow: Another meaningless question