I go there because I can get a toasted cheese and tomato sandwich and a coffee for $6.90. I've been there 2 or 3 times per week in the last few months, just to sit down and read the paper and forget my woes. The guy who runs it is a bit bumbling but nice, and eventually learned what my "regular" order was just in time for me to stop going there because I got a new job.
When it was time to leave I would sit there reading, covertly watching him out of the corner of my eye, until he was busy with another customer. Then I would briskly get up and with a wave and shout of "See you later!", I would bolt for the door while avoiding eye contact. Strange behaviour, I know, but if I didn't do this I would be trapped in a deadly escalation of farewells.
This is what would happen - every time I would say goodbye he would come back at me with another goodbye. He would ALWAYS have the last word. Which is fine - I can deal with that - but then he'd throw in another zinger to which I would have to respond. He had an enormous arsenal of valedictory phrases to assault me with. Example:
PTRThanks very much, bye!GuyYou're welcome!Have a great day!PTRThanks, you too.GuyI will.Thanks for coming.PTRHa ha, no worries.GuyYep, no worries.Take it easy!PTRYou too.GuyToo easy!See you next time!PTRIf we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;If not, 'tis true this parting was well madeGuyWhy, then, lead on. O, that a man might knowThe end of this day's business ere it come!But it sufficeth that the day will end,And then the end is known. Come, ho! away!Exeunt.