My day is off to a precarious start. I walked into the Toasted Yolk on Washington in Houston for coffee and a bite to eat. The man at the door said, “Good morning.” I in turn said, “Good morning.” To my knowledge that is how the whole good morning exchange usually works. The man then said in a put off tone, “Okay then!”
I thought that he was making a comment about my heals. He was looking at my heals. There are a surprising number of men in this world that take exception to a tall woman that wears heals. I asked, “What’s wrong?”
He said, “I said good morning.” I suppose his good morning exchange works differently. I told him that I said good morning in response to his good morning. He looked doubtful. He is clearly NOT having a good morning.
I am now sitting here with my coffee. It is a delightful cup of coffee. I am wondering if he will address me again while I am sitting here. Perhaps, we could try “Good afternoon” exchanges to see if that goes any better.
Next up, awkward exchanges with building security when I take the stairs up to my company’s office…