So it is a great delight to answer this question with a totally appropriate but wholly unexpected answer. I have several stock answers laid up, ready to use at a moment’s notice and I think I shall come up with a few more.
How are you?
Outstanding! (spoken with unnecessary gusto)
If I was any better, there’d be two of me.
How are you?
If I was any better, vitamins would be taking me.
How are you?
I’m so good I’m thinking of franchising myself.
How are you?
I’m just high on life! Oh Yeah! Thanks for asking.
How are you?
I’m enormously wealthy, thank you.
(When asked the inevitable follow up question, explain in a matter-of-fact tone that you are wealthy in love, family, freedom, etc. Watch their eyes roll back in their heads. It’s terribly amusing. When they say “I thought you meant money.” Say, “Oh yeah, that too.” You don’t have to tell them that you mean that simply by living in
Well, I have many super powers and a colossal bulk that frightens evil villains.
How are you?
Great. I killed 3 dragons today. I’m a little sore, but still…I’m great!
The possibilities are endless. It really annoys some people. Others really love it. Either way, it's good.
3 comments:
I remember well the lady, that when I answered "well" to that question, continued by asking "how are you really"? Made a great impression.
Scylding;
Yes, she was asking a real question, wasn't she? I have done this on occassion, but I only do it with people I really know, and who I really do care how they are at that given moment. Conversely, I have answered the question on occassion with a real heart answer. But I only do this with people I know are truly asking. Frankly, most people do not want to know the truth, do not need to know the truth, and would be bored, appalled or embarrassed by the truth.
Living in Southern California, the ritual is incedibly fast: Howareyadoing?Great!You?Great.
I roomed for a while with a seminary student from Iowa. I'd rush into the apartment to grab something real quick with a "Hey Scot, howareyadoing?" Pause..... Well....I guess things are ok. I talked to my mom last night and....
It took me a few months to break him of this! As Wendy and I reflected on God's call on our lives, we both said, "God, we'll go anywhere, just don't send us to Iowa."
As a Californian, I had a reputation of being a really nice guy... In Iowa, I would be a big jerk.
Ron Jung
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