“Good Morning!" said Bilbo, and he meant it. The sun was shining, and the grass was very green. But Gandalf looked at him from under long bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady hat.

"What do you mean?" he said. "Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?"

The one I nitpick about is when people ask "do you know where the bathroom is?" instead of "can you please direct me to the bathroom?".

I get it. I hate it. Especially at registers! Stop talking and ring up my items or open the self checkout so I don't have to wait for you.

Fuck you. Go back to Germany, NAZI faggot...