Amy Patterson – “My Thoughts”
What happened to courtesy, manners, and good ol’ fashioned common sense? Any more, it will just about make you sick to watch the news or go to Walmart.
At this point, I’m pretty sure all it will take is another person cutting in front of me without saying “Excuse me,” before you’ll see my mug flashed across the front page.
Believe it or not, this article is not be dedicated to one demographic in specific. I don’t think any of my school or job applications asked if you were female/male, white/not-white, rude/polite. As a matter of fact… That’s a good idea. Imagine the time and effort we’d save.
My rose colored glasses are focused on Mayberry, where old men sit on the square and sip Coke from the glass bottles and kids play stick ball or some other crazy primitive game. Hula hoops? Hop scotch? Whatever.
Why can’t we visit that place when we walk into the store? Instead, we put on our mean faces and kick baby strollers out of our path. Ok, maybe it’s not that extreme, but some people seem to certainly be on a mission, taking no prisoners.
Between the screaming babies, cussing boyfriends, and jammie pants-wearing population, it’s enough to make a good girl go bad to have to visit the store for a can of frozen orange juice concentrate.
Here’s what I want: To be able to go to our lovely local Walmart, park without having a coronary over some lone child running around in the lot, walk inside, return the greeter with the flowery hat’s welcome, get my stuff (preferably without having to dislodge a cart-jam in the spaghetti aisle), pay for it, and leave.
If I’m lucky, I’ll see a friend or beloved family member and visit for a couple of minutes.
If I’m unlucky, well… We just won’t worry about that (read paragraph two again).
It has been proved to me time and time again that there are certain generations alive and well today that were apparently raised the wrong way. When did “sir” and “ma’am” and “please” go out of style?
These generations of entitled, holier-than-thou, too-big-t-shirt wearing individuals really rub me the wrong way.
For clarification, I won’t say I’ve never felt good about my general appearance after a trip to Dollar General, but if I grab the last Slim Jim as you’re reaching for it, you can rest assured I will offer it to you.
Please smile at a stranger today. When you feel the urge to insult the intelligence of the man in the Dodge Caravan in front of you at Crossroads, resist and turn the radio up. Maybe shoot him a trucker wave instead (no, not a “one-finger-salute”), you know, just a “hey there, pa’tnah.”
The world would be such a better place if people weren’t so…mean.
I will never try to feign my innocence of that claim, because most everyone that truly knows me can attest to my road rage capabilities (on both the highway and the tile floors of Wally-World).
But I’m going to do better today. If everyone made that their goal, today would be the best day ever. Why not do that each and every day for the rest of our lives?