People wishing me such a thing leave me befuddled, and reaching for just the right withering reply.
Retail clerks, recovering accountants, and others who hold me in low esteem have begun to wish me "a good one." They say, 'êHave a good one'ê instead of 'êHave a good day.'ê
Perhaps they ceased wishing me a 'êgood day'ê to avoid my devastating rejoinders:
- Great idea. Why didn'êt I think of it first?
- I'êve already had mine this month.
- Not today, but Friday might work.
- Thanks, but I'êm married.
- I have other plans.
- The probing: 'êOne What?'ê
- The confrontational: 'êAnd then what?'ê
- The non-committal: 'êI will consider it.'ê
- The avaricious: 'êWhat not a good two, or even a good eight?'ê
- The retributive: 'êThe same to you if you'êre a Yankee fan.'ê
I am befuddled by 'êhave a good one.'ê Exactly what are they suggesting: A good day? A good quadruple bypass? A good soup and salad lunch? A good religious epiphany? A good tea party? A good bowel movement? A good Zen koan? The possibilities are endless.
I could reply politely with, 'êHave a good one yourself.'ê But what if the recovering accountant meant, 'êHave a good attack of shingles?'ê I would not wish shingles on anyone other than a Yankee fan.
I am currently testing five responses to 'êhave a good one'ê:
Thus far, the above rejoinders have elicited remarkably similar responses — 'êasshole,'ê 'êjerk,'ê and 'êI discern that you are not a native Seattleite.'ê
Results of my research will be published in Tenure: The Journal of Academic Academics.