Manny’s Moans – The Trip Through Rudeness
Ruth and I took a trip back to Cleveland (It seemed like a good idea at the time). We don’t travel as much as we did so I was more observant than I was before. You know what stood out more than anything else? “How would I know?” you think to yourself. Well, I’m glad you want to know because I’m about to tell you: Rudeness, that’s what!
People are rude and mostly unconscious of it, I think. A thinking individual would not be so rude to fellow travelers.
There are eight seats per bench in the boarding area. Four are full of bags and four are full of asses. I’m not talking about large bags; a purse here, a briefcase there, uncaring everywhere. This forces the polite people to suffer silently while they stand for twenty minutes. They don’t want to be “rude” and ask the unconscious to move a bag.
Boarding the plane requires all to stand in the numbered lines that indicate boarding priority. We identified the end of our designated line and politely stood at that end. We began the boarding process and as our position neared the actual gate check area, a giant fat guy just walked in front of us and took the position in front of us as if it was his designated spot. Not even a nod of his head. We suffered in silence except for a prayer that he not be our seatmate.
On the plane people fight for the overhead space and bump the back of other’s seat and wake them up, while others quietly release malodorous fumes to gag the nearby.
On the rental car bus, a dressed-for-success older gentleman was put out when an older lady needed the seat next to him. By now, I was pretty irritated by all the rudeness and I wanted to yell out, “You are not the only person in the world. Stop being so rude to others.” Instead I decided to be especially friendly to the man that assisted us as we exited with the rental car.
Well, nobody ever talks to him so he began a full conversation about the weather and the heaters in his little shack and who knows what else. Not wanting to be rude, I could not easily extricate myself from this conversation. The guy in the car behind me of course had to wait for the conversation to end before he could move along to his destination. I could feel him thinking, “You are not the only person in the world. Stop being so rude to others.”
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