I went into McDonald’s today.
I had a hankering for a milkshake.
“Welcome-to-mcdonalds-can-i-help-you” the cashier said, without giving inflection or emphasis to any of the words. She said this greeting to nobody in particular, apparently, as she stared through me with droopy eyes.
For the sake of this story, I shall call her “Tanisha.”
“Yes. Hi, how are you?” I said with a gaping smile.
I have a tendency to overcompensate for strangers’ misery with cheerfulness. It is strange, because I am mostly pokerfaced when interacting with people who I know, which generally leads them to believe that I am depressed or angry.