Rude Awakening 09/16/2009
For a while I was entertaining the idea of working a part time job to pay off some minor credit card debt I incurred after having the audacity to enjoy a vacation this summer. A few months even at minimum wage would do the trick. I would consort with interesting people. I would get away from the computer and be with live human beings. And best of all, I would ingest more blog fodder than Kanye West insults people. But with a few weeks of heavy public service under my belt, from shopping to running around town on school missions, I'm becoming that jaded L.A. person who is, against her better judgment, able to sum up the majority of the public in three words: RUDE RUDE RUDE! How hard is it to smile at me if I let you cross in front of my car in a Target parking lot? Oh, you own a Mercedes while my stinky SUV smells like fries and first grade dirt? No wonder! I'll make sure to check out your Entitlement Pass next time. Is it so difficult to wave a "Thanks, lady!" when I let you pull in front of me at a crowded intersection? Oh, your destination is more important than mine? Makes sense! Let my kids be late for school. It's not like the California governor thinks our education system is that worth while either. What about women in their fifites who stand behind me, huffing loudly, as I desperately try to readjust my packages to hold my five year old's hand up the escalator. You know... silly me not wanting Pip to bang her head and squirt blood all over the matriarch's designer sweater set. Oh, am I being judgmental? You mean the old bag... ahem... sad woman.... actually shops at thrift stores like I do? If that's the case, then I would hope she would also see the less fortunate souls who go there for survival, not for fun, show some empathy, and see actual retail shopping with escalators and clean toilets as the joyous occasion that it is! Go 99 cent popcorn and Diet Coke specials in the Red Bullseye Cafe! But perhaps in the three examples I gave someone was dying of cancer. Perhaps one had recently lost a job or a child. Perhaps their home was just repossesed. Or, most likely, they were simply never taught to say "thank you" or "please" or give someone else the benefit of the doubt. I'm far from perfect - don't make me give examples. So I'll end this rant by re-instating my pledge to show respect where I can. If not for me, or for anyone else, for my children. But seriously, general public, how hard is it to have some basic manners? Thank you. I hope you all have a pleasant day. Even that bitch at the escaltor. CommentsHeeheehee! RedStacey 09/16/2009 21:26
Yeah, well up yours! RedStacey 09/16/2009 21:29
Just kidding. See, hicks from the stix can be just as rude as you LA types, but I'll work on that. love ya! 09/17/2009 07:10
And yes, old man, smile and say thank you when I, the weak and inferior woman, holds the door for you. I enjoy being courteous, too. I notice how much this bugs you, and it's well justified. I just try to be a good example, like looking at the Target clerk in the eye and saying 'thank you' after she avoided looking up the whole transaction. Maybe our courtesy can lift their spirit for a second and it's worth it. Like you said, we don't know what's going on with them - did they just get chewed out by their 18 year old manager for being 1 minute late? And, haven't we all had those days where we don't have an ounce of nice left in us? 09/19/2009 21:39
still think 'basic manners 101' should be a high school graduation requirement. On the other side of the fence...I try go out of my way to be nice and polite to people. Simply because I don't know what they're going through to make them such rude jerks. Leave a Reply |  ArchivesApril 2009 Online DegreesSocial work is a profession for those with a strong desire to help improve people's lives. Earn your masters degree in social work. CategoriesAll 
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