The other day, I was in a public restroom at my office building.
I was privy to a fascinating conversation. One sided. Simply because the lady
in the next stall was busy talking on her cell phone while doing the deed.
I mean, don't get me wrong. I was deeply happy for her since
her son scored in the high 90s in his first grade exam and her aunty's
hysterectomy went off without a hitch. However, I really did not need to know
about the other son's persistent loose motions ("curry consistency") triggered by mangoes or the
details about her father-in-law's prostrate examination.
The cell phone has successfully killed what remained of
basic courtesy and simple decency. How often have I found myself seated at a
table for a meal, pushing a bunch of potatoes around on my plate for amusement,
simply because the three other people at the table are immersed in their
phones?
The rot extends even further than the cell phone.
Have you ever opened a door for someone only to have them
march through without so much as a nod of thanks as if it was your bounden duty
to open doors for all of humanity? I constantly find myself stepping out of the
way to avoid someone sauntering past without a thought for personal space.
And as if adding insult to injury, the other day, this bumpkin
not only shoved past me, but added a loud, ripe belch as he waddled past. I
figured the belching may be some kind of pre-protozoan mode of communication
for as he padded up to his desk one morning - the time people usually greet
each other with a "hello" or "good morning", he let out yet another of those
trademark belches. The only thing louder than those animalistic belches is his
chomping and smacking while devouring lunch.
The extent to which basic decency has eroded is appalling.
I recently found myself in the role of a recovery agent - tackling
someone who'd spent somebody else's money and then dodged repaying it for well
over a year. Yes, my life gets interesting like that.
As it turns out, I am clearly better at pushing a person’s
buttons than I am at pushing lift buttons (on account of being a 'germaphobe').
The money was repaid, but not without a
whiny note about how difficult it was to have to pay and how "wrong" I was to
have asked for it.
Really? You spend somebody else's money that was not yours
to spend in the first place (loosely referred to as "daylight robbery") and then crib about having to pay
it back? That's a bit like stealing somebody's peanuts and then grumbling that
they give you gas, no?
Shamelessness.
People, just stop it already. Stop with the bad manners, the
screen gazing, the crudeness, the opportunistic selfishness. And the public
flatulence.
That's all.
Please.
Thank you.
As my grandmother would always say, 'Manners cost nothing'.
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