"Have a good one."
I hear this almost every day- sometimes multiple times a day- and it always bothers me.
Usually it's when I get my soup at lunch.  I set the cup on the counter, the cashier rings me up, I say "Thank you," and they reply (without hesitation and with about as much enthusiasm as someone traveling to a wake), "Have a good one."
'Have a good one?'  Really?  Is that all you've got?
For me, this is a sure sign that customer service, as a vocation, is in trouble.  Service reps can't even muster a "Thank you for stopping by,"  or "Have a nice day."  No... these would be too personal.  Too committal. 
We can post our dirty laundry on social networks multiple times a day, citing whether we're single, in a relationship, feeling those "monthly" blues, hung-over, fearing an STD,  and can't bother to utter a personal greeting or thank you?
For me, I don't think it's about courtesy as much as it is insincerity.  Do they really care if I have a good one?  Do they care whether I have one at all?

Next time maybe I should respond, "I do.  I assure you."  Just to see what they say.  Nah.  Too personal.
I might not be a traditional father, but really, does a ratchet set signify fatherhood?  I've been a dad (twice might I add) for over eight years now, and I've used ratchets only once (well, I didn't really use them, I gave them to my father-in-law to assemble my daughter's bike).
Today, I saw a flyer in my local paper announcing Father's Day gifts.  On the front page were ratchets, sockets, screwdrivers, weed-whackers, lawn mowers, and grills.  I'm only interested in one of those- grills- and I have one, thank you very much.
As I'm writing this, my 5 year old daughter summoned me upstairs to assist her with her nighttime routine.  When I arrived to her bathroom, the counter around the sink resembled a shallow moat.  I wondered, where was a giant sponge in the Father's day circular?  Where was a pill that provided the patience of Job?  Sears doesn't carry this, I assure you.
So, what's my problem?  Am I ungrateful for Father's day?  Of course not, I love it and honor it.  I simply think that others should, too.  Is a tie a good Father's day gift?  Only if dad likes ties.  What about a new lawn mower?  Only if dad can mow the lawn and drink a beer... or do nothing... or read a book without guilt.
See, some dads like (and even want ratchets).  I get it.  However still more would appreciate some time to reflect on what it means to be a father.  When I "poo-pooed" a ratchet set on my fact book page, my brother in law suggested that perhaps, instead, I wanted a "skirt."  Although I love my brother-in-law, a skirt isn't what I want.  All I need is some time to pause about what it means to be a dad- for me.  And this is my point- being a dad is individual.  Some dad's excel at being the team's soccer coach (I've never played soccer past middle school).  Some dad's excel at fixing things (I had to hire a plumber after I "fixed" the toilet).  Some dads are great at listening, drying tears, reviewing homework, cooking dinner, tucking in, and more.  Yet, in today's newspaper flyers, I didn’t' see any ads for tissues, reading glasses, skillet, or sheets.
I love being a dad.  Even though sometimes I'm preoccupied, and say "yes" when my girls want to watch "another show" so that I can get some things finished, I love my role.  I just don't want a ratchet set.

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    Heath P. Boice

    I am a writer, an husband, a father, an educator, a gardner, a soap opera junkie, an uncle, an innovator, and a son- not in that order.
    For me, writing has become a way to share my voice through vehicles when face-to-face interactions aren't possible.
    In this new blog, I hope to share my thoughts, musings, and reflections for anyone caring to view them. I hope that you will engage with me, whether we know each other or not. This is just one of the benefits of the internet and blogging...
    Thank you for reading, and finding time to get to know me just a bit better.


    June 2011