I’ve always disliked the saying, ”It’s all good”. Unless it’s in jest, of course. Then I buy it. But it’s just not all good. Here’s how I found a saying I despise even more.
I’m in line at a grocery store, two people ahead of me, a well-dressed young woman behind me. I always try to put dividers between me and the next person in line, but I couldn’t quite reach one yet and figured the moment we all moved up I’d grab it. But that was not soon enough for the lady behind me. She reached – across my face – to get that divider. I looked at her in shock and said, “You know, I would have grabbed that as soon as we moved up to ensure I wouldn’t be paying for any of your groceries.” What did she say? “Oh, you’re fine.” YOU’RE fine. When was I not fine? I am not going to go off on a rant about entitlement and woe, this generation, but is it too much to ask that we take some responsibility? Perhaps an “I’m sorry for my impatient reach across your face?”
So, yes. I hereby formally request removal of the saying You’re Fine from contemporary figurative usage.