Here's a question for you.
Why do people have to be RUDE?
Does it make them feel better, I wonder?
The other day Jim and I went to library. The branch that we normally go to was closed due to a burst water pipe, so we went to the main library. We were unsure of where items such as the new fiction, mysteries, science fiction were placed. We split up and wandered around, then met back up before checking our items out. I found the section for new Sci-Fi books and wanted to show Jim, so I said, "Here, Hon, I found the Science Fiction books," and stepped over to the bookcase. Unbeknown to me, a woman was standing about 5 feet away from that bookcase and looking at the books.
Which means I stepped right in front of her.
This pissed her right off.
"HOW RUDE!" She exclaimed.
I whipped around and said, "Oh, I'm sorry!" and quickly stepped back out of the way.
She didn't leave it at that.
"WELL I WAS STANDING RIGHT HERE!" She bellowed.
I said, "I'm SORRY! I didn't SEE you!"
Geez, Louise, I didn't know if this woman wanted me to kiss her feet or what, but I thought my first apology was enough.
Now if I were looking at some books, and someone stepped in front of me, first of all, I'd probably not say ANYTHING and just move over a bit, but IF, just IF I got up enough nerve to say SOMETHING, I MIGHT squeak out a little "excuse me".
This lady wanted an all out battle. And which one of us was rude?
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Our resort park has numerous activities throughout the month; some are free, but the majority we have to purchase tickets in advance. The Saturday night dance tickets are hot commodities. Tickets go on sale the first Monday of each month at 8:00 am. We get in line at 5:00 AM!
Can you believe it?
And it's not like we're seeing the Rolling Stones or anything!
But, actually, the time goes by fast, and it's kind of fun to sit there with the other crazy people. This year they put a limit on how many tickets each site could buy: 4. (Last year we could buy 10 tickets, or a whole table.) So this means more of us have to get up early to buy the tickets for our gang.
Four of us met at 5:00 am in front of the locked building. We were first in line! Yes!
At 5:15 more people joined us. One man asked if we had asked the security guard to open up the doors. No one had. So he volunteered to walk down and do that. He returned and said that the guard would open the doors at 5:30 a.m.
At 5:20, an older woman, Phyllis, joined us. But before coming to the front of the building, she tried the side entrance and got in the building! We had been standing out in the cold for 20 minutes! We didn't think to try the side door since the front doors were locked and the lights were off.
We all rushed in and took our seats along the hallway. (The Activities Center is used to the line-up so they have folding chairs set up for the crowd.)
At 5:30 the security guard came rushing in with his nose bent all out of shape.
"How did you get in here?" He yelled.
"The door was unlocked," Phyllis replied.
"That's BULL!" He yelled, stomping towards the doors, "I locked them myself last night!" He fiddled with the door and said, "They're STILL locked!"
Phyllis was trying to tell him that she got in the other door, not the one he was touching, but he wouldn't listen.
I thought he was going to frisk us all or something.
One could only hope.
I mean, seriously, we're a bunch of old people sitting on chairs. What the heck are we going to do?
HOW RUDE!
Fast forward a couple of hours.
We're still waiting for the office to open.
Most of us are still sitting in chairs. Other people are coming and going in the large ballroom behind us and setting up for the Country Store, which opens at 9:00 a.m.
My friend was standing in the hallway talking to someone.
This lady comes barreling down the hallway, she passes my friend up and yells, "GET OUT OF MY WAY!"
Excuse me?
There was room to get around my friend. This woman was just RUDE!
I sat there with my mouth hanging open.
Another woman standing near me said, "Did you hear that?"
I shook my head "yes".
She said, "I wonder who shit in HER cornflakes this morning!"
Then she followed her into the ballroom and confronted her! Yikes!
"Were you talking to ME like that?" She challenged.
"No - the other woman standing in the hallway."
So - she meant my friend.
Old people sure are grumpy.
Remind me not to get old.
Wait, aren't I already?
There is NO NEED for RUDENESS, people. Let's share a little love, okay?
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