A few months ago, a mate of mine at work and the young woman in my office, started this ridiculous charade of bellowing "Morning (name)" at each other every single time he passes - which can be a dozen times a day up until 4 o'clock in the afternoon when I escape. "Let them crack on", I thought, "at least it's keeping them amused."
Then, he tried to include me on it. "Morning Kev", he'd bellow, at quarter past three in the afternoon. I didn't partake. I'd just reply with a simple "Alright?" He stopped at the door one day to ask me what was the matter. I explained that I was perfectly fine but simply didn't want to join in with their behaviour.
For the past couple of weeks, he's now started to stop at the door every morning to accuse me of being in a bad mood. I'm not in a bad mood until you stand their accusing me of being in a bad mood because I don't want to shout "good morning" every single time you pass the door!
This morning, he came again to suggest that I was in a mood. I was. "Get to fuck (name) mate. Seriously."
Now, I feel bad, even though my choices seem to have been to join in with this buffoonery or be accused of being a grumpy fucker on a daily basis.