A woman asks how I’m doing.
I reply, “I’m well; how are you?”
For a moment, she’s stunned. Then she curls her lip to bare her teeth, and–once I register her expression–she snarls, “I’m good.”
Seriously. An adult human gave me a warning display because I spoke grammatically. Thank goodness she didn’t have quills or neck frills or anal scent glands!
I hate to victim-blame, Texas, but maybe sometimes you make it just a little too easy to “mess with” you…?