Common fucking decency.
Seems few display these simple courtesies any more.
Exhibit one. Tradies.
I spent all day Wednesday waiting for a tradie who called me the day before desperate to fit me in asap. So we agreed on 9.30am.
Fucker never turned up. Didn’t even call.
Thankfully I had Ladies of London* to keep my blood pressure down.
And this is not the first time. The only time in my LIFE a tradie was on time it was a bloke to fix my washing machine, and he was only filling in for his son cause he was sick.
Probably thought the son had already factored in the delay.
Exhibit two. Teenagers.
Exhibit three. Fucking entitled old people.
Seriously. So sick of them.
The ones that stand behind you at the checkout, huffing and puffing at you expecting to be let in front and then they ask the price of everything before it is scanned, ruminating on whether the price is right and then not know how to use the card swiper and they have to call their son to talk them through it because the checkout chick will steal their money.
The ones that loudly talk about you (or your clearly distressed teenage Autistic son) and then look you in the eye cause apparently being old means you are allowed to be a fucking arsehole.
The ones that push in front of you to get inside somewhere, or just move your things because they are in their way.
Or don’t bother taking a number at the deli counter and just place their order to the poor chick who is already serving someone else.
Basically entitled old people in supermarkets…
Exhibit four. Please and thankyou.
How. Motherfucking. Hard. Is. It?
They are just simple words. Simple words that are powerful. Respectful. A tiny gesture of human decency when someone does something for you.
It doesn’t take much to say thankyou to someone that lets you cut in line. It is really easy to say please when you ask for a drink.
It doesn’t hurt you at ALL to say please and thankyou to the server at a restaurant, your colleague , your fucking MOTHER.
It is just nice to do.
Exhibit five. Chewing with your mouth open.
Exhibit six. People who play with their phone while talking to you.
Seriously, if I just wanted to text you I wouldn’t have gone to all this trouble to put pants on. Put the fucking thing down, you have an audience with the Queen.
I bet you have some more. Get your ranty pants on with me.
* have you seen this? Get onto it NOW. I think I am going to love it more than RHOBH.