And this is why I'm a hermit

Tonight I coaxed myself to briefly leave the safety of my basement dwelling to engage in "commerce" and interact with "people" at a "store."

Target Cashier: How are you?
Me: I'm good, thanks.
Cashier: (looks puzzled)
Me: Good, thanks.
Cashier: I was just asking how are you?
Me: I'm good.
Cashier: (looks at me like I have three heads)

I remember when I lived in Montreal, the awkward conversations I had with store clerks happened because we actually didn't speak the same language.