I am reaching the end of our conversation, phone stretching in my hands, and wish her a “good afternoon”. My phone jumps at me, angry and screaming “good afternoon, good afternoon yourself. Have you seen the morning I had so far?” I hear. Silence sits with me as I listen hoping to still be able to hang up the phone at some point. Of course I had realised the morning she had, and it would be terrible if the afternoon was as bad as the morning. Is it not what I was saying with my “good afternoon”?
A Fish on a Hill 