Dear Part Two,
Now where were we? Oh yes, "Have a good one," she said. Whenever I hear someone tell me this, often it occurs on the telephone, it feels like a little tear, a rip, in the script we are performing: I am saying thank you, they are saying thank you, then they say have a good one, and I say you too. But I am really all agog at what, exactly, I just wished them one of.
Let me expand on my (a)gog. I have a multifaceted response to being told to have this 'good one.' I feel wary, because who is this smart aleck to tell me what to do? And I feel a kind of delight at the sheer absurdity of having a good one: A good what, do you suppose? And, then, there is also the weird authenticity of the wish- I am struck by the speaker's sincerity and certitude; they earnestly wish me a 'good one.'
In conclusion, there is no where to go but here: Have a good one, dear reader!
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