I can’t say, how often I’m annoyed in the course of a day.
People drive me crazy.
The tunnel vision, unconsciousness, self-absorption has become epidemic, and it riles me to no end.
When did courtesy leave town never to be heard from again, and where is it by the way? Iowa, Oregon? Two places I hear politeness still reigns.
Just now a man let a door swing in my face while he was on his cell. I had a fit.
“Hey, pal…was that nice?” I said, rubbing the blood back into my forehead.
He shrugged like a 9 year-old though he was 60, at least. No apology, no remorse, just him and his phone canoodling like illicit lovers.
I’m originally from Connecticut where manners are right up there with food and shelter. I did hear though, that even in Greenwich, please and thank-you have been on the lam.
That extra second to be courteous can make the difference in someone’s day. When I let an elderly man go ahead of me in Whole Foods with his one little can of sardines, his smile could have lit the world.
My ire got the best of me, as I sidled next to the guy who hit me with the door. He said to his phone, “Hold on…there’s some nut next to me.”
“Nut, did you say…you wanna see how nuts I can be you arrogant asshole? I’m gonna stand here until you apologize for hitting me with the fucking bank door. HOW ABOUT THAT?”
I saw what a pussy he was, paling like I was Squeaky Fromme.
“Do I need to call a cop?” he said, attempting to have balls.
“How bout if I call. Yeah, let me.”
I swear, he ran up the street like his ass was on fire. Nothing like a real man to make you glad you don’t have one.
See, a little courtesy would have prevented this. An, I’m sorry, saving the day. But manners have become so foreign, they aren’t even accessible…out of print, no longer manufactured.
So, I ask, is the bar open? I want to toast to Courtesy’s memory.
He was such an awesome, fucking dude.