When exactly did courtesy and common manner die? Where should I send flowers?
I'm trying to back out of a parking space at the grocery store this evening. It's fairly busy, so I wait, car in reverse and both back-up lights lit. Finally, the last car is coming down the row........and it stops right behind me. I wait, figuring he just noticed and planned to back up and take my space. No. He puts it into park, gets out and starts to walk over to talk to a friend.
I get out and politely say "Excuse me, I'm trying to back out of the space". My new teen-age friend replies "Just wait a few minutes".
WRONG ANSWER!
So I wander over to where he's talking and just stand, listening to his conversation. He looks at me with one of those "this is private" looks and I said, "sorry, I'm just bored. Some jackass parked his car behind me and I can't leave, so I figured I'd hang out with you until he moves it".
Car moved.
Now, this isn't the first thing in the past couple of weeks with an inconsiderate driver. I'm leaving the drug store parking lot and another of my new teen friends in life is stopped in the row, talking. After sitting for a minute, on of the dudes leaning in his window waves me around....... obviously he's never driven a car. There is NO WAY my Olds was fitting through that space without running up on a 4 inch curb.
Sigh, once again, time to educate. Walk over to the driver and act excited and happy. When he looks up I tell him about how cool this store is......they actually have parking spaces you can use for free!!!! (slip into official voice) Now why don't you give one a try.
Car moves. Niteshift goes home.
And while I'm on the soapboax...........
When I was being raised, men did not wear hats indoors. My mother would have snatched me baldheaded. Only women wore hats indoors. It was impolite for men to do it.
When I was in the Army, we didn't wear hats indoors (spare me the "under arms" exception).
Now, wear them everywhere.......including at the table!!! Again, my mother would have beat me within an inch of my life if I'd showed up at the dinner table with a hat or without a shirt.
Oh well, I'll get off the box now.......
I'm trying to back out of a parking space at the grocery store this evening. It's fairly busy, so I wait, car in reverse and both back-up lights lit. Finally, the last car is coming down the row........and it stops right behind me. I wait, figuring he just noticed and planned to back up and take my space. No. He puts it into park, gets out and starts to walk over to talk to a friend.
I get out and politely say "Excuse me, I'm trying to back out of the space". My new teen-age friend replies "Just wait a few minutes".
WRONG ANSWER!
So I wander over to where he's talking and just stand, listening to his conversation. He looks at me with one of those "this is private" looks and I said, "sorry, I'm just bored. Some jackass parked his car behind me and I can't leave, so I figured I'd hang out with you until he moves it".
Car moved.
Now, this isn't the first thing in the past couple of weeks with an inconsiderate driver. I'm leaving the drug store parking lot and another of my new teen friends in life is stopped in the row, talking. After sitting for a minute, on of the dudes leaning in his window waves me around....... obviously he's never driven a car. There is NO WAY my Olds was fitting through that space without running up on a 4 inch curb.
Sigh, once again, time to educate. Walk over to the driver and act excited and happy. When he looks up I tell him about how cool this store is......they actually have parking spaces you can use for free!!!! (slip into official voice) Now why don't you give one a try.
Car moves. Niteshift goes home.
And while I'm on the soapboax...........
When I was being raised, men did not wear hats indoors. My mother would have snatched me baldheaded. Only women wore hats indoors. It was impolite for men to do it.
When I was in the Army, we didn't wear hats indoors (spare me the "under arms" exception).
Now, wear them everywhere.......including at the table!!! Again, my mother would have beat me within an inch of my life if I'd showed up at the dinner table with a hat or without a shirt.
Oh well, I'll get off the box now.......
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