Why is it........

I have just arrived back from holidays with my beloved, visiting some of my ....other beloved in Brizzy Australia..and have somehow survived immigration on both sides of the ditch...and spent almost as long waiting for my luggage as I did making the actual flight....and as long again trying to appease some dim wit that I didn't have any oranges on me......I had simply consumed a cup of something that was supposed to pass as orange juice on the flight...as the flight itself....and then they started...."How was your flight?" "How was the trip?" "Hi! How did it go?"

Why is it that after being locked up with 250 screaming kids, and 352 fat people, in seats designed for pre-schoolers...all enclosed in something resembling an aluminium condom....for 3 and a bit hours.....and running an hour and some late....that you always respond....

"Just great thanks....."