Morning

I used to say good morning 

Until 

one morning my good morning was shot down like the first blackbird of the morning. 

A mean old man slammed my good morning on the ground with a curt "what's good about it". 

Since he was very correct in correcting me for assuming things I  did not attempt to get offended.

That much. 

Obviously the morning was not a good one for him and my assuming it was a good morning for him was rather incorrect. 

So since I am no fool I learned that very morning to never assume anything is good for anybody.  

Ever again. 

These days I still attempt to be polite and well mannered, the way my mother raised me to be, so I address people with a simple "morning".

Unless it is another time of day. 

Then, of course, I say either, afternoon, evening or night. 

I have learned. 

It might not always be good but it will always be morning, afternoon, evening or night and I will always greet people properly. 

Good manners are a must.

I love my mother. 

She taught me manners and many other proper things. 

To this day I feel sorry for the mean old ill mannered man. 

He's miserable and rude. 

And I have to wonder if he is miserable because he is rude.