My best memory of an actual conversation with a cashier at the local gas station…
Cashier [with a smile]: How you doin?
Me: I have concerns.
Cashier [with genuine curiosity]: Concerns? Its a beautiful sunny day.
Me: That’s why I’m concerned.
Cashier [looking confused]: ???
Me: You see, the sun is this huge ball of burning plasma that generates enough radiation to vaporize a person in less than a fraction of a second and the only things protecting you and I from a violently painful death are just a few layers of atmosphere that we willingly punch holes in and a mile thick layer of atmosphere scrubbing bacteria that we should consider and treat as God since we can’t live without but are instead rapidly killing off… so I have concerns.
Cashier [with a blank stare]: …oh
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