A recent post at Kris' caused me to turn my mind to a few different related events.
Kris, you see, recently (very recently) had hip replacement surgery and apparently discovered some of the lower forms of low life while out at restaurant this past weekend.
Oh the stories I could tell ... whatever has happened to good manners?
From the time when my kids were very, very little and I was trying to navigate a stroller through a door at the mall while holding the hand of the Blue Jay and had the door slammed shut in my face to the time when I was seven months pregnant (and definitely looked it) and no one would willingly give up their seat for a three-hour bus ride. Fortunately for me, the bus driver (God bless him) refused to leave until I had a place to sit. That eventually worked.
Are we so caught up in our own lives that we can't see past the nose on our collective face? Do we really have that much of a sense of entitlement that the attitude, recognized or not, is screw the other person; it's their problem, not mine?
I wonder what it would be like to navigate our world on a daily basis as a person with a physical disability? Would I even want to know?
But the best incident, I think, (at least it was amusing) happened a few years ago on my way to work. I was walking behind a guy (roughly my age) as we reached the door to the office building where I worked. Which door he promptly let shut in my face. Needless to say I was not impressed. Fuming inside, in fact, but I didn't say a word and simply followed him to the elevator. Where we waited.
And as we stood there, not speaking, he suddenly turned to me and mused (more or less in a philosophical tone), "I never know whether to hold the door open for a woman anymore or not. Sometimes they get mad at you." I looked over at him and casually replied "Well, I always thought it was just good manners to hold the door open for whoever is coming behind you, whether it's a man or a woman".
Just then the elevator doors opened and I stepped inside. "Oh!", came what sounded like a genuinely surprised response. "I never thought of it that way before."
Indeed. Like I couldn't tell.
Now I am far from a Miss Manners type of gal but I must lament ...
"Whatever has happened to good manners?"