Have you ever heard of the term “the Minnesota Goodbye?” It should also be called the Wisconsin Goodbye, because it’s just as prevalent here and I honestly cannot stand it. …
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Have you ever heard of the term “the Minnesota Goodbye?” It should also be called the Wisconsin Goodbye, because it’s just as prevalent here and I honestly cannot stand it. It’s a long, drawn-out experience when trying to leave an event or end a phone call that, according to an article on Odyssey.com, “painfully and uncomfortably extends the process of saying goodbye.” It’s much longer than it needs to be.
If you’re a frequent reader of this column, you know I’m not a patient person. I’ve gotten better in my middle age, but I still feel impatience creep up my spine and into my brain when something is taking too long. Especially when it’s clear that I am in a hurry and the person I’m talking to either is oblivious or just doesn’t care. I truly don’t mean to be rude, so I hope no one thinks that of me. I just have such a tight timeline sometimes that I have to maximize each minute of the day. I also consider myself an efficient person and I don’t like unnecessary small talk that is only meant to fill time.
My mother (love you Mom, and I know you’ll read this) is the Queen of the Long Goodbye. She will tell me she needs to get going on the phone, then ask me at least six more questions and 20 minutes later, she finally relents and lets me go. The same is true when leaving her house, though I’m slowly training her. Now it takes only about 10 minutes to get out the door and into the car. I’ve learned to start the process early.
If you’re still unsure of what I’m talking about, see if these steps (again from Odyssey.com) seem familiar to you.
The window wave will always hold a special place in my heart, even for this impatient crabapple. I can still see Grandma and Grandpa waving at the window as I waved back. They never missed a window wave. And now I never do either.
I value my boss John and my best friend Derek. Both men say what they need to say on the phone, then promptly hang up without further ado. With Derek, I can literally say, “OK, I have to go,” he’ll say “OK” and we hang up immediately.
And so end this column. Quickly and succinctly.