I’ll never forget how dumb I felt as a child, about 10-years-old, when meeting a friend of my grandmother.
She shook my hand and asked me how I was. Dumbfounded, I just stood there.
She then shook my younger cousins hand and my cousin replied appropriately to her question, “Fine, thank you. How are you?”
Nobody has ever criticized my powers of observation.
I knew just how to respond to that greeting from there on out.