Greet

When I come into work in the morning, I usually walk past several colleague's desks so that I can say "good morning". This is as much a part of my routine as sleepwalking though a cup of coffee and mis-typing my password.

This particular morning I was a bit more zombie-like than normal. I wandered though the office with one hand raised, smiling and nodding at where people usually sat. I wasn't completely sure if there were people in those chairs, but if they were they got greeted.

SWOaN (She w/out a nickname) was chatting with OoRah as I shuffled by. OoRah grinned and said, "Here comes Jeff on his morning parade!"

I'm honestly not sure how this next part happened, because I was too tired to be clever. I exaggerated my one-handed wave and heard myself announce, "I'm just like the Queen of England".

As OoRah and SWOaN laughed, I spun dramatically, pointed at OoRah and shouted, "Don't try to tell me you weren't thinking it!"

It was here that my brain engaged and I realized that I was yelling at a Marine. Obviously, there are healthier activities. OoRah was too stunned and amused to retaliate, so I got away clean.

From the look on his face, he actually *wasn't* thinking of me as the Queen of England. I can't imagine why.