Who Are You Telling to Have a Nice Day?
Have a nice day! I wondered if my new acquaintance, a store clerk, actually meant it or it was just an expression we use to bid each other farewell. Would it really matter if I had a nice day? I don’t even know this person. Why would she care what type of day I was going to have?
Perhaps I am being too analytical or maybe even too harsh on this subject. Maybe some people are just naturally good-hearted with innate feelings of good-will toward others. But why, what would it matter what they wish upon me? Is it to make my day seem brighter or make them feel better?
The more I thought about the phrase, “Have a nice day”, the more I became convinced of its insincerity. I began wondering about all of the things we should wish people if we were truly concerned about their well-being. How about yelling out, “Lose some weight, it’s good for your heart” or how about “Get your blood tested regularly”. As absurd as this may sound, it would actually have a much more profound effect on people’s lives if they followed our advice.
Instead of telling a stranger to have a nice day, wouldn’t you rather tell a smoker, “Stop smoking - it is killing you!”? What about yelling across the street to the nosey neighbor, “Hey, go in your house and mind your own business!” I bet that would make you feel better than wishing a stranger a nice day.
It seems that anywhere we go we are doomed to have a nice day wished upon us! What about those of us who simply do not want to have a nice day? Do we have any recourse? Can we fight back? Maybe the best defense is a good offense. Maybe we should attack first by automatically greeting everyone with “Hoping you have a nice day!”.
This may momentarily confuse them and throw them off-guard. If they do recover and happen to wish you a nice day, you should immediately counter-attack in your loudest voice by yelling, “NO, YOU HAVE A NICE DAY!!!” While this may seem somewhat aggressive, it will guarantee they will not wish you a nice day again!
If all else fails you should tell them to get their blood tested regularly.
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