“Fine.” Parky’s voice was rising in pitch, the words sounding as if each one was trying to overtake the next. “Everything’s fine!”
OK. Let me be clear. If I was made king of something or other, this word would immediately and forever be off-limits, verboten, finished. Use of it in any script, short story, or novel would result in punishment by death for even thinking it would be a good idea to write it down and have a character say it.
So, no – everything is not fine. In fact, it never was fine, and I’m quite confident it will never be fine at any point in the future.
So for God’s sake, give it a rest.
Note: please pass this on to someone else so the rest of the world can get the memo.
Fine stops here.