Not everyone has the drive or passion to be a part of the Public Manners Patrol. I don't understand why.

Sometimes I think I'm the only one who can't stand rude people. When I'm at work and people are bellowing on their cell phones or yelling across the room to each other, I seem to be the only one cringing in their seat. Is everyone else more patient than I am, or have they all just given up on people behaving with some semblance of acceptable manners?

I know there are people who like it loud, and people who like it quiet. The problem is, the loud people never seem to have to have an enforced quiet time, yet us quiet people are almost constantly held hostage by their volume.

I do think I'm highly sensitive to audial stimulation, so that doesn't help.

The obvious answer is to dress up in uniforms, wear a hat with a flasher on it, and enforce public manners. Like a less violent Judge Dredd.

What ever happened to polite society?

I ask myself this question every time I go out in public and hear someone talking loudly (often swearing) into their cell phone, or just talking (again, loudly with the occasional swear) to the person next to them. I'm no prude, I've been known to talk blue a time or two in my day. But in public, where there are children around? I just don't get it.

Maybe I'm just shopping at all the wrong places, but regardless of where I go I'm assaulted by rude, self centered people who are oblivious to what is going on around them. They step in front of you, the back into you, they invade your personal space . . . It has to stop!

I call it Center of the Universe Syndrome.

And you know what, I'm sure I've even got a touch of it myself, because hey, we aren't perfect right.

I guess that's what the Public Manners Patrol is for.

1 comment:

  1. I've found my level of understanding with others' stupidity has increased as I've gotten a better understanding of the level of others' stupidity.

    Plus having kids...

    Regardless, go Manners Patrol!!