We’ve all been there. You walk into your local T.G.I. Fridays, far too hungry and focused on ordering whatever the hell Guy Fieri is peddling, and you’re not paying attention to what the hostess is saying. “Enjoy your meal,” she says.
Or, you walk up to the kind Southwest Airlines check-in attendant, too worried about being late for your flight to listen to him bidding you adieu. “Have a nice flight,” he tells you.
Or, my personal favorite, you’re leaving the proctologist’s office and you’re so concerned with making a quick yet subtle exit that you misinterpret their final request. “Be sure to wipe thoroughly,” they remind you.
Regardless of that last one being made up, in each of these situations you’re shown a simple display of courtesy that, in your flustered state, is met with a rushed and poorly thought-out response: “You too!”
And that makes literally no sense. As soon as the words leave your lips, you squint your eyes, shake your head in frustration, and think to yourself, “Keep walking, keep walking, keep walking…”