I am going to be one of those little old ladies, who sits on the front porch and screams at children to get off the lawn. I will wear nasty sun dresses with rolled down knee high nylons with slippers. My neighbours will tiptoe behind the hedges just in order to avoid me. The mailman will fling the mail in my general direction and high tail it down the street. Don’t even get me started on what I might do if I catch a cat in the yard attacking the birds. I will give the finger to Jehovah’s Witnesses.
Well, except for the nasty sundresses and rolled down kneehighs, that’s pretty much me NOW. I am a crotchety, old bag at the ripe old age of 45.
I seriously thank the universe everyday for giving me websites to rant on. I thank the idiots of the world, for giving me something to rant about. In today’s world, it’s just too easy. From the winners of the Darwin Awards – to embarrassing politicians – to stupid people in general, the news is a veritable wasteland of stupidity, ignorance and hideousness.
Some of the biggest perpetrators, sadly, are the youth of today. I remember when I was a kid and my parents would use the dreaded “when WE were kids, we did/didn’t do that!” – I also remember looking at them like they had two heads and thought they were nuts (okay, they were, but that’s neither here nor there). But when did become acceptable to do some of the shit I see on a daily basis? I’m talking regular, basic manners type things. Like spitting. I saw some kid spit on the floor in the middle of a mall. Me, being the loud mouth I am, asked him to not do that and he called me a name that I won’t mention here. What happened to respect? Do people not teach their kids respect any more? What happened to holding the door open for someone? Please and thank you?
What brings this all up is that I was out this past weekend, and ran into ALL of these situations. These were people that were well old enough to know right from wrong. I saw a kid running screaming around the grocery store while the parent sat there and talked on her cell phone. I told the child to stop doing that, and the woman just looked at me with this blank stare on her face. I had a big bag of stuff I was carrying out of a store and the kids in front of me just let the door slam in my face. I was so angry, I shouted THANK YOU! and they turned around and looked at me and sneered.
Now, I might be a crabby old bitch, but I still take the time to be nice to people. To help little old ladies reach that jar of canned peaches on the top shelf. To stop to let people in when traffic is bad. To hold the door. To say please and thank you. It’s so easy to do – and takes such little effort and sometimes it’s that one kind gesture that can put a smile on the face of someone, who otherwise, might be having a shitty day.
Let’s work on making it the norm again. I, for one, miss it.