Chet Chat

  Bill sat down at his desk, and could feel Chet staring at him.  He really didn't want to chat this early on a Monday. Talking to Chet was always awkward.  Every time, it felt like the process devolved until they both sounded like twelfth-century land owners.
   "Hey there, Chet.  Did you have a good weekend?"
   "I did.  I hope your weekend was good as well."
   "It was.  I'm glad your weekend was good."
   "Indeed.  Your good weekend fills me with joy as well."
   "Ah ha, your joy makes me feel alive with merriment."
   "Huzzah!  Good fortune to you and your family!"
   Bill sighed and placed his head on the desk.