The increasingly unavoidable greeting, as well as its annoying conjoined twin, “Thank God It’s Friday,” are not benign bon mots but rather unconscious unpleasantries, evidence of widespread worker dissatisfaction.
The tortuous, adjective-laden recital of restaurant specials go on, or at least feel like they do, for an unbearable length of time, interrupting conversation and forcing eye contact between hungry patrons and bored servers.