I'm the first one to admit that I would probably be a front-runner in the "Damn, do I have some quirks!" election. But in my opinion, some things that really annoy me are not as much a result of my needing stronger anti-anal medication as they probably are because they would annoy most people. That being said...
WHY is it that when I'm walking into a store, building, or other edifice that doesn't have automagic doors, and I stop to hold the door open for a lady who might be several steps behind me, she walks through without as much as a simple acknowledgement (much less a "Thank you") of my gesture. Hell, it makes me feel like I should just run home, change into my doorman costume and stand there with my hand held out for tips. (Note that I said "lady" because in my experience, I can count on 3-4 fingers the number of times this has happend when I held the door for a man. Of course, I don't discount the reality that in today's world, women tend to be a bit more..."cautious" than men. I also don't discount the possibility that I might want to start shopping at better stores. Sigh...)
WHY is it that so many men these days (or more often than not, younger men) see nothing wrong with wearing a hat or cap while they're sitting in a restaurant (albeit a casual one) sharing a meal? I mean, at the end of the day, I could be told to just look away or get a grip or other similar "dude-just-chill" advice. But it just bothers me that this type of common courtesy isn't important anymore. Sure, I come from a home and community (the deep south) where that type of demeanor is taught and expected, but somehow I believe that the south wasn't the only place that it was deemed polite. I know the days of removing one's hat when entering a building are loooooonnnnnggg gone, but the dinner table?
WHY is it that some parents get really annoyed when I beat their kids at a game (or two) of Whack-a-Mole? Geeze! It's just a game! Lighten up parents! So what if I'm 47 and your kid is only 8 and he's not only at a significant disadvantage because his eye-hand coordination isn't quite honed yet, but he's probably more than just a bit intimidated by this big black guy standing next to him jumping up and down and screaming at the moles? It's a simple solution. Take the kids over to play Skeeball. I hate Skeeball.
WHY is it that you can't park next to an expired parking meter for more than 12 minutes and 14.338 seconds before a metermaid (or to give equal time, meterbutler) strolls up to plaster a parking ticket on your windshield, but so many people boldly pull into handicap parking spaces long enough to complete a shopping spree in the mall and stop on the way out to get a hotdog and Orange Julius without attracting attention because there's no one there watching those spaces? I would suspect that most people would prefer "penalizing" those who intentionally take advantage of resources provided for those in most need that those who happen to lose track of time while sitting at a parking meter. (Which was probably because they were held up while trading in all the tickets they won at the Whack-a-Mole game for a Road Runner Pez dispenser. I'm just sayin'... )
WHY is it that when I'm walking into a store, building, or other edifice that doesn't have automagic doors, and I stop to hold the door open for a lady who might be several steps behind me, she walks through without as much as a simple acknowledgement (much less a "Thank you") of my gesture. Hell, it makes me feel like I should just run home, change into my doorman costume and stand there with my hand held out for tips. (Note that I said "lady" because in my experience, I can count on 3-4 fingers the number of times this has happend when I held the door for a man. Of course, I don't discount the reality that in today's world, women tend to be a bit more..."cautious" than men. I also don't discount the possibility that I might want to start shopping at better stores. Sigh...)
WHY is it that so many men these days (or more often than not, younger men) see nothing wrong with wearing a hat or cap while they're sitting in a restaurant (albeit a casual one) sharing a meal? I mean, at the end of the day, I could be told to just look away or get a grip or other similar "dude-just-chill" advice. But it just bothers me that this type of common courtesy isn't important anymore. Sure, I come from a home and community (the deep south) where that type of demeanor is taught and expected, but somehow I believe that the south wasn't the only place that it was deemed polite. I know the days of removing one's hat when entering a building are loooooonnnnnggg gone, but the dinner table?
WHY is it that some parents get really annoyed when I beat their kids at a game (or two) of Whack-a-Mole? Geeze! It's just a game! Lighten up parents! So what if I'm 47 and your kid is only 8 and he's not only at a significant disadvantage because his eye-hand coordination isn't quite honed yet, but he's probably more than just a bit intimidated by this big black guy standing next to him jumping up and down and screaming at the moles? It's a simple solution. Take the kids over to play Skeeball. I hate Skeeball.
WHY is it that you can't park next to an expired parking meter for more than 12 minutes and 14.338 seconds before a metermaid (or to give equal time, meterbutler) strolls up to plaster a parking ticket on your windshield, but so many people boldly pull into handicap parking spaces long enough to complete a shopping spree in the mall and stop on the way out to get a hotdog and Orange Julius without attracting attention because there's no one there watching those spaces? I would suspect that most people would prefer "penalizing" those who intentionally take advantage of resources provided for those in most need that those who happen to lose track of time while sitting at a parking meter. (Which was probably because they were held up while trading in all the tickets they won at the Whack-a-Mole game for a Road Runner Pez dispenser. I'm just sayin'... )
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