It’s a nice day.
Every time I say that, I always, always think of Douglas Adams’ Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. The scene has the protagonists in a very bad situation, on a spacecraft that’s about to explode or crash or something (can’t recall; it’s been ages since I read the book). It is then observed in a typically Adamsesque tangental sidenote that human beings have the most extraordinary talent for stating the extremely obvious. As in, “It’s a nice day. You’re very tall. So this is, we’re going to die.”
Now every time I say, “It’s a nice day,” I have to add, “You’re very tall. So this is it, we’re going to die.”
It is a really nice day, though.
