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Juxtaposed Politeness

A Conversation that Reads like a Cut-Up but Actually Happened

A & B pass C & D in a hallway. It is evening.
A (to C): Morning.
C does not respond.
B (to D): How are you?
D (to B): Thank you!
B (to D): You're welcome!

Somewhere, somehow, somebody's wires got crossed.

I blame society.