“I hate rude behavior in a man. I won’t tolerate it.” Woodrow F. Call in Lonesome Dove
If you are a friend of mine on Facebook its likely you heard about my encounter of the rude kind yesterday at the grocery store. But if not, here’s a recap.
I was in a foul mood anyway but had managed to make it to the checkout line without any mishaps. Heck I even made an effort to smile at a few strangers that looked Shaun and I’s way. Also apologized for getting my cart in someone’s way. I was at the “speedy” checkout line gathering my checkbook and the coupons I had in my wallet when this blond chick proceeded to come around me and cut in front of me and Shaun in line. I looked at her and said, “I was here first.” Sure, my tone might have been a bit strong, but I was not in the mood for her self-righteous crap at that point in my day. She looked at me and said, “You don’t have to be rude.” I shot back, “I wasn’t being rude, I was here first.” Good thing she didn’t know what was scrolling through my mind or hear the profanity that I wanted to say. Sure wasn’t the PG version I tried to keep it on the outside! And then she had the nerve to say how cute Shaun was!
I was raised to be respectable of people around you. Treat them the same way you would like to be treated. I have a feeling if you would have caught me a couple years ago, it may not have been a good outcome. Sure, I talk big and the thought of pulling her down to the ground by her nasty blond hair and stepping on her throat crossed my mind, but it wouldn’t have done me any good – well except made me feel better at the moment.
You can bet your sweet cookies my kid will be taught respect. There’s plenty of rude people in this world and I refuse to have one of them.