On my way home from work today, I stopped at the Sinclair gas station up the street to fill up my cup with a fresh batch of Diet Mountain Dew. I was running a couple minutes later than I would have liked, but still felt an obligation to be polite and minimally sociable with the clerk. In my haste, however, I completely munged my departure remark and perhaps in considering saying “Have a good one,” or “Take care,” I blurted out, “Take a good one, man,” as I walked out the door and got in my car.

“Take a good one?!” I said to myself aloud as I got in my car. *sighs*