Good morning!
BTW
This thread reminds of when my mom was working as a school representative visiting parents concerning certain problematic kids. One morning she knocked on a parent's door, and this big, tall, potbellied dude holding a beer can in his hand, bulging bloodshot eyes, with hair looking extremely disheveled flung open the apartment door.
"Good morning sir! " my mom chimed as usual!
After taking a long slow swig from the beer can, and burping loudly, the guy thundered back:
"Good morning? Good morning? What the hell is so good about it!?"
"But sir, sir," she started patiently, " look at all the the beautiful sunshine, the singing birds, the beautiful rivers, the beautiful flowers and trees, and ...."
"I don't care about those damned things!" the tall dude thundered down glaring at her with bloodshot eyes, his voice reverberating throughout the whole dilapidated musty building.
"You don't care sir? You don't care?" she asked patiently.
"No! I don't care OK?" he barked.
"Then drop dead!" my mother then suddenly shouted back.
"Do you hear? Then droooop dead!" she yelled up at him before marching out.