Parents clearly don’t teach manners anymore, their offspring behaving like feral cats, who actually act better.
On my way to Petco’s beloved biscuit bar to make little stockings for Carmela and her beau, Mr. Kato the rottweiler, I suddenly found myself practically knocked into the gutter after a band of preteen cretins pushed me right out of the way.
I addressed this behavior accordingly. Yes, of course I was calm.
“HEY, YOU IN THE YELLOW PARKA..YOU DON’T SAY EXCUSE ME?” How exceptionally pleased I was when his pale, schmucky face turned a bright red.
“It was an accident,” he said, with a slight stutter.
“YEAH, AND YOUR POINT IS? YOU DON’T BARREL INTO SOMEONE WITHOUT SAYING YOU’RE SORRY…IT’S IMPOLITE.”
Now I had 6 kids staring at me like I was nuts. One girl, I so wanted to smack, was rolling her eyes smiling.
“You find this funny?” I said, lowering my voice. “I could have fallen honey, and that wouldn’t have been too funny, at least not to me. You should all learn to behave better. Trust me, it will serve you later on.”
Who the fuck was I was channeling…Amy Vanderbilt…Mother Teresa, a future parole officer?
Rich kids may have the world on paper, but without grace they really don’t have much at all.
I gave them one last withering stare before collecting myself…
I had stockings to fill after all.