It's a culture of disrespect, we're living in people. Rudeness, I tell ya', is everywhere.
Cutting in line at the grocery store, stealing a parking spot, leaving the toilet seat up, NEVER saying please or thank you. Where will it end? (And might I add there should be huge fines for that whole lavatory issue.)
If I hear one more person place this order, "I want the Super Colossal Artery Busting Burger, hold the mayo," I may in fact, lose my last remaining ounce of patience. Although their selection of grease on a bun is a concern, it's their under-use of the undervalued, but much appreciated magic word, please, that has my nickers in a knot.
Every third grader has it memorized. It is only one syllable. How hard can it be to remember?
I think it all stems from the hyper-focus we place on our own needs, with a blind disregard, an inattention if you will, to what matters to others. (Splashing into a cold bowl of water at 2am is never pleasant.)
Why am I on a politeness rant this morning? Because I am 100% guilty. My telephone manners slipped to an all time low. I was firmly entrenched in Blogger Brain, writing this very post, when the telephone rang. (I do believe that is a strong case of irony.)
And how did I answer the phone, greeting the caller, making them feel as if I welcomed their call? Not, "Good morning," or "Hello" or even touting our multicultural community did I sing out "Bonjour."
No, deep in my own world, completely forgetting all decorum, I picked up the phone and uttered,
And my final feeble attempt of, "Uhm, hi this is Jodi."
Of course the caller, was silent not knowing what nut house she had called.
What I did score full marks on was inattention. But that's a whole other blog post.
And I ain't got nothin' on Thomas C. Farley, a.k.a. Mr. Manners.
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