Have A Good One!

My day at the Christian Publications, the Christian Pub we locals like to call it, was a most interesting experience. “Most interesting” is a generous adjective, I was actually tired and intent on buying one item in, hopefully a matter of 5 minutes. Speed shopper. But then I become all curious in about everything I see, gee-wizz. And minutes turn to decaminutes and then to HOURS! Not really, maybe a half-hour.

So I became interested and made a spot for myself on the floor to explore some reads. I just wanted the Message Bible but you know there are a lot of options! My legs were feeling this morning’s workout so I made myself comfortable, I felt like I owed it to my muscles. It’s true, however, that people tend to think it silly to sit on the floor of public locations -who knows who may have been traversing through and what they may have tracked on the carpeted floor, maybe years without a good shampooing? -now, tiny ancient particles of grossness clinging to the carpet follicles. Ewwe. ...Just recently someone told me that there is fecal matter practically in every room of the ordinary person’s house! (Your body may have just shuddered at that wonderful informative interjection.) Doesn’t that make you feel dirty? I do. Anywaaaaaaaay.

So after I spent some time perusing through the shelves where the bibles are kept I found the translation called the Message to see what the heck it was all about. It’s a popular translation these days and my brother quotes “The Message” via phone texts. I decided I needed my own copy. So I picked up the tiny New Testament version because it was the cheapest and inwardly proclaimed to get the heck out.

A seemingly sweet natured boy not yet a man with dark hair and an olive type of complexion at the counter rung up my purchase. After I signed the debit receipt, I prepared to bolt for the door to get outa there, this means assessing the traffic near the doorway and finding my keys inside my purse. Meanwhile, the clerk handed me the goods and I told the fine lad “thanks” and to “have a good one.”

Somehow, a little girl and her mother sneaked in front of me. I don’t know how they could have sneaked but I felt slightly decelerated by their lingering pace. -it was only a few seconds so I was not agitated but after no more than 5 steps, (the little girl's 7 or 8) and as they walked through the exit, the little girl turned her head up toward her mother and whispered, “she said, have a good one!” She then gave a giggle! Her mother, sensing my presence behind them and seeing out of the corner of her eye that I was within earshot, smiled down at her little one and also hushed her daughter. I thought to myself, “hhhmmm?”

My brain slowly spun around and entered another dimension for about 3.5 seconds, why was that so funny? Had she never heard the saying before? “Have a good one!” It’s a common phrase to leave with a friend or a stranger by way of transitioning into one’s next occupation. Hmmm.

But she was right. I laughed as I unlocked my car door, concluding the little girl to be correct to find humor in my comment. It is actually quite silly! “Have a good one?” One what? What does that mean! HAVE A GOOD ONE! But just one!! No more than that, no more than one! Haha! ONLY ONE.

It would be more generous and congenial to have told the clerk “Have a good many!” “I would like to wish you a good many!” A good many sir! Ha. .....and from this day forth I will never breathe those mindless words again. Haha. Riiiiiiight.

HAVE A GOOD MANY!

I wonder why she really laughed.
And is that a Brian Regan bit?
It could be.