Let's Talk About Manners For a Minute. . .

. . . or rather the lack of them I have been experiencing lately. Oy. Let's just say it hasn't been pretty. I've been bombarded lately with open-mouthed chewers (and the sounds they make--ew), a shortage of pleases and thank you's, and a complete absence of excuse me's.

But what I experienced today takes the cake. Get this. Before I had even clocked in this morning, one of the new supervisors thinks going "Psssst, pssst, psssst, pssst," is a good way to get my attention and ask me to go out onto the floor with him. I comically tell him that this is a great way to call a dog but I'm a human being, thinking that he'll get the hint. It seemed he did, until a few hours later. . . (insert ominous musical overture here) he did it again!

No, I am not shitting you, he actually did it again. Not cool. I had to then school this jerk on how that type of behavior is not only degrading, but also terribly sexist, and that it can't happen again. This entire interaction made me wonder: did this fool not ever have his mother/ sister/ aunt/ grandma/ random female relative teach him what is an appropriate way to catch a woman's attention? I'm sorry, but "pssst" is never appropriate, unless of course you are calling a stray cat over for a treat. If my brother ever did that to me or my sister, he would've immediately been smacked in the head or kicked in the nuts. He turned out kind of okay, so clearly this method of teaching manners works. Maybe a nut kicking would have been in order today? Hmmm. . . something to think about.

What is my point again? Oh, yeah, manners are important. If you got this far into my blog post without rolling your eyes, you know that already. My question to you then is: what the hell is wrong with everybody else lately?