May 17, 2003
Hi! How are you? You’re welcome.
Posted by Jess in
Geek Humor
When we were en route to drop Matt off at the airport awhile ago, we passed a cop in the breakdown lane. I wasn’t driving, so I peeked at him. He was talking on his radio. Matt slowed down, and I said “don’t worry. He’s not out to pull anyone over.” Matt said “I know, but….”.
Seconds later he said, “I have NO idea why I said ‘I know’ to that.”
And only last week I was at the Mini Super getting supper, and the checkout girl took my debit card, swiped it, and said “Thank you, have a nice day”. It took her a few seconds, and then we laughed and she said, “Sorry, I don’t know WHERE that came from.” I told her no worries, and then asked her if I could help her find something. ;-)
Have you ever done that? Come out with a response without thinking about it first? Or are we just conditioned with canned responses? I know I’ve given someone something, expecting them to say thank you. It never comes. But without missing a beat, I still say “you’re welcome.”
It’s the same principle that when you ask someone how they are, you expect them to ask you back. Therefore, no matter what they say, you say “good”, thinking they asked you how you were. Unfortunately, they DIDN’T ask, and instead, they told you that their dog just died, they are being audited, and the eviction notice arrived yesterday.
We have a kitchen island in our new house. I’m not used to it yet, and run into it at least a few times a week. For some reason that I have yet to discover, I still say “ow” every time I do this. It usually doesn’t hurt enough to warrant an “ow”.
I have no idea why I say it.
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"Have you ever done that? Come out with a response without thinking about it first?"
-- why yes, haven't you read my blog?
;-)
LOL... except it wasn't as dire a situation as you thought it was. ;-)
It could be worse. 25+ years ago (I *can't* be that old, can I?), I worked for a year at a day care center. Along with one other person, I was in charge of the 5-year-olds. Talk about blending your mind into mush. A couple dozen of these little bundles of energy and curiousity and chaos -- I'd go home after work and just sit and twitch for a while. Anyway...to this day, I still say "owie" when I get hurt. Kind of embarrassing during a soccer match, trying to be all tough against the other team, take an elbow or something and the great comeback is "owie". Why do we have such disconnects between our brains and our vocal cords?
Or the canned response that seems to creep out no matter how hard you try to stifle it...the abrubt "oops" when almost running into someone in a doorway or hallway. NO matter just how close the near miss was. Even if you see them coming
jess, hehe, oh yeah... righto! actually i was talking about the whole thing! ;-)
now that i think about it i have a reeeeally good story along these lines. unfortunately it is way crude. i shall not despoil your comments. it is fit fodder however for my silly blog, and i suppose i'll have to post it sometime soon. although i think i won't live it down if i do. :-)
Ironically, "Liar Liar" was on TV last night, and Jim Carey walked into something and said "owie". I thought of Joe. :-)
I do the Oops thing to! What is it with us people?
And Jon, you'd better post it! LOL. Crude? Here? Have you READ any of Matt's entries? ;-)
hehe...
yes, i have. see-through japanese pants! (or was it skirts?) schwing!
still, out of respect... well you'd better wait to hear the story. if i have time i'll start writing it up today. its kind of a long one, might take me a little bit...
