Why so damn chipper?

Ok, so I admit, I'm not the most talkative, outgoing guy in the world. I'm plenty friendly, just not chipper all the time. I'm a "come into work and say 'Hi, how's it going?' type of guy". Then I just proceed to what I have to do.

But there's this girl at work who just irritates the hell out of me. She comes in (late) and as she walks by she says "Hi! So how was your weekend?" (in the happiest voice in the world). There are several of us who sit in earshot, so I generally ignore her question while someone else answers her, and pretend to be so heavily involved in work that I didn't even hear the question. I also do it to hopefully make her wonder what hell is wrong with me, and why am I so damn unfriendly. But not to be disouraged by my lack of enthusiam, she then pointedly asks me:

Her: "Russ, how was your weekend?"
Me: "Fine."
Her: "What did you do?"
Me: "Nothin'. (Thinking to myself "What does she really care? We're not that good of friends for her to know the details of my weekend. Plus if I told her that I drank a lot or jacked off four times (not really) she would be equally disturbed.)
Her: "Did you do any Christmas shopping?"
Me: "A little."

Damn chipper people. They piss me off.

The End.