The Long Good-Bye
One of my pet peeves is the long good-bye. You know, the co-worker who comes to say good-bye to you because she is leaving for the day. And good-bye leads to telling what she accomplished that day, and then the good-bye lists all the tasks we will do the next morning, and then the good-bye tells you what her plans are for the evening, and then the good-bye leads to what she will be cooking for supper, and then the good-bye leads to useless small talk, and 15 minutes later, after confirming once again she is leaving and says good-bye for the 18th time, she actually leaves. Or, my loving sweetie, you gets up earlier than I do. He will come and kiss me good-bye right after he gets dressed. I love getting up early so I think he is probably gone so I think it is safe to come out, and there he is writing me a good-bye note telling me where my coffee is (always in the same spot) and telling me where he left my pills that he set out for me (again, in the same spot, as ...