From out of nowhere, yesterday morning, that’s how I started greeting people. Not “Hello,” “Hi,” not even “How ya doing?” I started saying “Howdy.”
Every time I said it, I hated it. Still, as the day went on, as I kept running into people I knew and even those I didn’t know, I kept saying it.
Years ago, I worked for a machine tool manufacturer in Cincinnati and the controller I worked for would say it quite often. It was pretty much his standard greeting. Again—decades ago. Now I’m saying it?
It’s still morning as I write this. I haven’t been out and about yet, but the goal and objective is not to say this word. It doesn’t make any sense for me to be saying it. I don’t even like the word.
Jesus, Joseph and Mary. The things in your head and the crap you put up with when you get older.
OK. I’ll start counting my blessings. So far, when I’m done talking to a friend or someone else I meet on the street; my standard ending is “See you later.” If I ever start saying “Ta ta for now,” which I have heard a few people say, then I will check myself into a mental institution.