Just Allright

At work, whenever the big boss runs into anyone, she asks how they’re doing. My response is usually the ponderous “mmm, allright”, to which she replies “just allright”, as though I should be bouncy-stupid-happy 100% of the time.

It got me thinking of that campy song from the 70s, “Jesus is Just Allright With Me,” memories of hearing it at church as a kid, and a fictional exchange:

“Jesus is just allright with me…”
Just Allright?”
“Umm, yeah, that’s what I said—about a dozen times, oh yeah

Of course, that was a fictional exchange that played itself out in my head. In the real world, nobody questions what the people on-stage are saying.