Courtesy @ MindSay

Yesterday I was riding a bus to my apartment and every seat was full. We stop and this guy gets on who has one of those walking casts on his leg.

He stands at the front of the bus, looks around for a seat, walks a few steps forward, looks around for a seat, and then tries to stable himself with this giant cast.

I was sitting by the window and a large woman was next to me on the aisle side so I was sort of stuck. There was at least a half a dozen able men sitting on the aisle side in the bus.

NONE of them stood up to give this guy with the broken foot a seat. They just stared forward like he was even there. Finally the bus driver says, "Isn't anyone going to offer this young man a seat?" and all of the guys on the aisle (and women) continue to just stare blankly and don't move. So finally the larger woman next to me (who should also have a seat more than half the people on the bus) gets up to let him sit.

At this point, a man climbs over the person on the aisle to let the woman have a seat. So now there's a cluster of people trying to sit/stand/etc.

This really irritated me. Why are people so selfish? I just wanted to turn to the people on the aisle and be like, "STAND UP YOU SELFISH JERKS!"

I dunno, just felt like sharing.

Show some common courtesy, people.

This girl comes into the store today, knocks down a bunch of bags while looking for one, then tried to "tuck them" on the floor underneath the other bags with her big black muddy boots.  I ask her, "are you kicking the merchandise?" She swears she's not WHILE she continues to use her dirty boots to "tuck" the fallen bags under the other bags.  Instead of asking her if she needs help, I just tell her to stop.  She pleads, "I was only trying to tuck them under."  Oh, please, use your brain, girl!  "They are already on the floor," I tell her, "please don't try to tuck them under like that.  Next time ask for help or just pick them up and put them on the table next to the bags."  She looks at me as if I'm the one with the problem.  The girl is about 16 or so, and not to be too judgmental towards teens, but this one was completely thoughtless.  It's not a problem if you can't untangle the bags without dropping them on the floor (there are a lot of hand bags in that one corner) but kicking and stomping on the bags once they're on the floor is just disrespectful.  And what's wrong with asking for assistance?  That's what I'm there for; to reach and take down things and untangle bags for customers.  Dala's store is small, but it's not like I'm going to embarrass someone if they just simply ask for help.  I like it when people ask for assistance.  You can continue to shop to your heart's desire, but don't be a lazy jackass by making one mess worse by trying to hide it, which is what this girl was doing.  I swear, some people done taught their kids wrong!

To make matters even funnier, the girl has the nerve to ask for an application.  Like her dirty booted ass is gonna get hired after doing that!  Sure...  we want to pay someone like her to muck up the place so we can't sell a goddamn thing.

Now I have to take the time to make sure the bags are clean.  I'm going to have to steam one of them to get the crud off that was wiped on by her dirty boots.  I ask myself, "why do people do this?"

This incident isn't uncommon.  I see people do this in other stores, too, and even if I'm not a clerk there, I still feel obligated to put things in the proper place and handle merchandise with care.  Also, I never have a problem making another clerk work for me.  Better that than knock something over or break something.  Ugh!

Something that ran through my brain this morning...

What do you suppose might happen if everyone everywhere tried for just one day to be polite in all aspects of their lives?  Driving courteously, allowing someone to cross in front of oneself, saying "please" and "thank you" for even the smallest things?  Remembering that even children need to be shown all courtesies? 

Do you suppose we could try? 

The Platinum Rule:  Treat someone as you wish to be treated... And go one better.

My Christmas Stocking: whatcha gonna stick in there?  ;)

 

 

 

Top Ten Gift Comments

 - What do you say when you get a gift you *Really Don't Like*.

 

10. "Well, well, well, now, there's a gift!"

 

9. "No, with all the hostile takeovers this year, I missed the big Ronco/K-Tel/Ginsu merger. Would you just look at that! What will they think of next?!"

 

8. "Hey, as long as I don't have to feed it, or clean up after it, or put batteries in it, I'm happy!"

 

7. "No, really, I didn't know that there was a Chia Pet tie! Oh, wow! It's a clip-on too!"

 

6. "You know, I always wanted one of these! Jog my memory -- what's it called again?"

 

5. "You know what? -- I'm going to find a special place to put this!"

 

4. "Boy, you don't see craftsmanship like that every day!"

 

3. "And it's such an interesting color too!"

 

2. "You say that was the last one? Am I ever glad that you snapped that baby up!"

 

And the number one thing to say about the Christmas gifts you didn't like is:

"You shouldn't have! I mean it -- you really shouldn't have!"

This is something else I found in my mail, which is so very true and moving, and brought tears to my eyes. I know this will effect all of you who read it as much as it did me!

 

Family

 

I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
"Oh excuse me please" was my reply.

He said, "Please excuse me too;
I wasn't watching for you."

We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said goodbye.

But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.

When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.

He walked away, his little heart broken.
I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.

While I lay awake in bed,
God's still small voice came to me and said,

"While dealing with a stranger,
common courtesy you use,
but the family you love, you seem to abuse.

Go and look on the kitchen floor,
You'll find some flowers there by the door.

Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.

He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."

By this time, I felt very small,
And now my tears began to fall.

I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
"Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.

"Are these the flowers you picked for me?

He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.

I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."

I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way.

He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay,

I love you anyway."

I said, "Son, I love you too,
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."

 

FAMILY
Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in
a matter of days.But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.
And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than into our own family, an unwise investment indeed, don't you think?