Posts Tagged ‘Courtesy’

This Is My Response Every Time I See Sincere Simple Kindness And Courtesy Being Rebuffed

November 14, 2019

Mr. Tebbs:  Ah, Steven.  Are you free?

Captain Peacock:  (making a show of looking around first before answering)  At the moment, Mr. Tebbs.  May I remind you that first names are used only in the canteen, or after and before the bell.  

Mr. Tebbs:  I see.  In that case, I don’t want to talk to you.

Are You Being Served? – S06E05 – A Bliss Girl

“Glad I Could Make You Happy, And Thank YOU!”

September 27, 2019

(Looks like there’s a lot going on in the political world right now that I could address, but in the words of Weird Al, that would be a hassle and take up all my free time, so I’m going to tell a story about popcorn instead.)

When I was at Disney World last week, I was sent on an errand halfway across Epcot.  I volunteered for this, mind you, but it was going to be a long walk.  Just as I was starting out I saw a popcorn cart and remembered that at some point I was also supposed to pick up a popcorn bucket for later refill.  So I picked one up and, since I had a long walk ahead of me, I had it filled with the flavor of popcorn only I like (Buffalo Bleu Cheese).  It made the long walk alone a lot more pleasant.

Fast forward to the next day when I knew I’d be getting a popcorn refill for everyone else.  The inside of the bucket was seriously stained from earlier, but nothing a few moments wiping it out didn’t cure, so having done that, I didn’t give it another thought.

Until I went to refill the bucket a little while later and the guy told me there’d be no charge.  Now, refills are cheap, but not that cheap, so I asked him why.

“Simple,” he said.  “Day in and day out people bring their nasty buckets to me for a refill, and I don’t like looking at the buckets sometimes, much less touching them, so whenever I see someone has taken the time to clean the bucket, it makes me happy.  So . . . no charge, and thank you!”

Story Told By Request (Part Two)

March 8, 2016

Now I can already feel a couple of you out there who know me starting to brace themselves, so I want to say upfront that what happened next wasn’t that bad (or good, depending on your point of view).  They were just kids, after all.  In fact, right up until the point I stood up and started to walk by their table I had convinced myself that I wasn’t going to say anything at all.

Then I had what you might call a McLintock moment.

To Lala’s horrified amusement, I stopped and faced the table.  “‘I like your hat,'” I sighed.  “REALLY?”  I shook my head in disappointment, then added, “If you’re going to be the obnoxious table, you need to step your game up more than that!”

In the stunned silence that followed, as I walked out the door I heard “Shaggy” saying something like “He’s got a point,” so I have some hope that the lesson was received by at least one of them.  If you truly can’t be courteous, then you can at least be clever and/or entertaining about it.  That’s probably not the lesson that other people would have gone for, but I found it satisfying.

(And if you suspect this is in part because this was a lesson that I was paying forward, you are absolutely correct.)

Story Told By Request (Part One)

March 7, 2016

There’s nothing quite like sitting down in a restaurant to get a bite to eat right when “that” group of teenagers comes in, the group legally old enough to be out in public unsupervised, but still immature enough to be incapable of not acting like they’re sitting in a middle school cafeteria because they’re unsupervised.  Having also been in that group, I don’t generally sweat this.

But these kids were pushing it.

They never bothered me directly, but their antics drew my attention often enough that I found myself privately making unfavorable comparisons between them and the Scooby Gang.  (“Yes, Daphne, you’re still pretty, and yes, Velma, we get that you’re smart.  Your food will be here soon, Shaggy, and sorry there, frizzy hair, I know you’re a girl, but put an ascot on you, because Fred is the only one left.)

If it seems like I was being particularly hard on “Frizzy-hair” Fred, it wasn’t just due to my love of alliteration, but because she was also the most obnoxious of the group, at one point going out of her way to call out to another table “I like your hat!” in a smugly ironic tone, then laughing at her own “cleverness.”  Suffice it to say that I was unimpressed, but not to the level that I felt obligated to do anything about it.

But of course . . . life is about more than just obligation, now isn’t it?

They May Refuse, But At Least You Can Rest Easy Knowing You Made The Offer

February 4, 2016

Earlier today the subject of the dearly departed arose (so to speak), which is probably what made me notice a report from Japan of cabbies claiming to have picked up “ghost passengers” in an area devastated by the 2011 tsunami.

It’s going to sound like I’m being facetious when I say this, but I swear I’m not.  I’m serious when I say that whoever or whatever you are, alive or dead, don’t waste a cabbies’ time.  They provide an important service, and time you take away from them is all but literally money you are taking from them as well.  Even if you are a ghost, be sure to offer to pay them something for their trouble.

That’s Not The Same Thing As It Not Being Rude Though

November 27, 2015

“That was a rather rude request,” I mentioned in passing to someone a while back.

“Huh,” they said.  “I guess it was . . . here.  It wouldn’t have been a problem in the culture I was raised in though.”

“Actually, it would have been rude there too,” I corrected.  “But it would be considered even ruder to point that out.”

“Snubpar” Manners

March 6, 2015

While I feel the empirical evidence fails to support the idea that “a stranger is just a friend you haven’t met yet,” I have to concur with a friend of mine who recently pointed out that nothing good is likely to come from snubbing a stranger.

That Guy Can Be SUCH A Jerk

June 12, 2014

One of my pet peeves is someone leaving a household task half-finished, and since I don’t have a lot of time to do things around the house (because L. is three), I get doubly annoyed if that half-finished task somehow impedes what I’m trying to get done at any given moment. So when I got a moment today to throw a load of clothes in the washer, I was not happy to see that there were clothes in the dryer that hadn’t been put away.

Never mind that it would only take me an extra minute at most to take the clothes out of the dryer and out of my way, logic isn’t always the first response in these situations, you know. (And if you don’t know, try living with a three-year-old for a while.) So I rolled my eyes and silently vowed that somebody was going to pay for this delay . . . and I was right.

They were my clothes that I had put in the dryer and forgotten about.

If “past me” doesn’t learn to be more considerate soon, he’d better hope I never get my hands on him.

Internet, Please Take Note

June 11, 2014

When I got up this morning I had next to no active filters for my thoughts, and even less ability to distinguish between good and bad ideas regarding which thoughts I should post.

That’s why I waited until the afternoon to post this.

Judging By The Look Of Their Mugs

April 16, 2014

I just realized that I have started to judge if it’s a good time to ask someone around here for something by how full the mug in front of them is. The fuller the mug, the less time they’ve had to sit in peace to drink it, and the more likely I’ll get a better response if I give them a bit more time before asking.

(On an unrelated note, I really need to start making Candles & Curses my evening thoughts, not my morning thoughts. Lately my morning thoughts all seem to be revolving around sleep, coffee and/or the lack thereof . . .)