For the past few weeks, I've noticed a weird little verbal tic creeping into the general river of conversation. Usually, it occurs when I'm in a purchasing situation, when someone is providing a good or service, and when I provide something as slight as a phone number, the immediate response is, "Perfect!"
Really? Perfect? What exactly is perfect? That I could rattle off my phone number to you without forgetting a digit? That I could respond to you at all? What, please, is perfect?
And then I have to relax. On the Left Coast, everyone seeks perfection, whatever that means. If they can grant you a little with the verbal pat on the head, then they're willing to help you feel better. This is, "perfection" is a damn scary thing. Everything else falls short. And I don't need that reminder, to be perfectly frank.
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