Shortly afterwards I began to encounter the dentist's receptionist on my way to school. At first I looked forward to seeing her as she was quite attractive. She always smiled and said "Good morning", and I continued my journey with a spring in my step. But after a while I noticed that her smile was beginning to lose its sweetness. After all, I was just a schoolkid who happened to be on her files. Saying "Good morning" was a polite necessity, nothing more. Nevertheless, it made me feel awkward and I started to go to school the back way to avoid her.
Ever since those days I have had a loathing of jolly "good mornings". It is the insincerity of it all that I don't like. But there doesn't seem to be any escape from it. There's a bloke I pass in the early morning on my way to work. When he sees me coming he always stops whistling and chimes "Good morning". How does he know it's a good morning when it isn't even light yet? And when I see him later in the day, when there are other people around, he never says a word. He just carries on whistling.
It is like these shops that have signs in the window reading "Nice people to do business with". I don't want to do business with nice people. I want to be able to march into the shop and shout at them when the thing they've sold me is useless. But I can't do this if they are always nice and greet me with a jolly "Good morning" every time I go in.
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