So there's this guy at work who likes to say hello to the same person like 200 million times a day. He'll pass by my cubicle and say, "hello Damon" in his syrupy southern drawl. He'll pass by an hour or two later and say it again like it's the first time he'd seen me that day. Then he'll pass me in the hall and say it again when we see each other in the copy room. Maybe he's been gloriously liberated of his short term memory or maybe he just misses me terribly in those long minutes we are apart. But it's not just me. I've heard he does it to others as well. And it's not like were bosom buddies or anything. I avoid conversations with him at all costs.
Yesterday he was in the kitchen with another co-worker. When I entered he gave me his standardized greeting of the hour. I went about re-stocking the fridge with sodas and organizing some of the shelves while I waited for my lunch to heat. I guess I delayed long enough for this guy's short term memory to be reset because before we'd both left the kitchen once again I heard "hello Damon." I wanted to slap him. Instead I've just taken to ignoring him. Maybe he'll soon realize his southern hospitality is lost on me and stop being so damned polite.
| July 19, 2007 08:09am | 
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