“hi,” the artguy said as i sat down in my chair.
“hello,” i said.
“are you in a bad mood or something?”
“what? why do you ask that?” i said.
“well, you’re only cordial when you’re grumpy,” he said.
“gee, i’m glad i’m so transparent,” i said.
“it’s not bad.”
“yes, it is,” i said. “so you’re telling me i’m usually a bitch when i’m happy and i’m nice when i’m grumpy?”
“i have to go now,” he said.