Grumpy Characters

WHEN I walked in the door of the clubhouse I felt lighthearted and happy, anticipating an hour or so with "my kind." The first guy I met was slumped in a chair, staring into space. I knew he had a lot of years on the program, and as I went by him I tossed him what I thought was my most refreshing "Good morning." He slid me a glance, grunted and returned to his staring. It tripped me up. My next try wasn't so enthusiastic, I merely said "Hello," and got another grunt from an old-timer. This shattered me so that I shook as I poured myself a cup of Java, and I conveniently forgot to drop a dime in the kitty. Who the hell did these guys think they were? I actually wished the first guy drunk and felt I could do the second guy some harm in his job as his boss was a friend of mine.