You know what I hate - well, aside from trying to create this blog and not being able to get the blog address I want - I hate people who don't say thank-you when you do something positive for them.
I'm not talking about you handing the cashier your money at the local McDonald's (though I think they
should say thanks) - for today's rant, I'm talking about those a$$holes who slowly strut through the door you are holding open for them and don't bother to acknowledge you with a thank-you.
When did we as a society stop being polite? What the hell, people? It's not a race thing or a sex thing or even an age thing. Men, women, boys and girls of all ages have been guilty of this.
I'm not a prick. I don't play with myself as people walk past me. I'm well-dressed, use deodorant, shower often, and I'm not deformed or creepy-looking in anyway that might make someone leery or afraid to talk to me.
Last week at work - I work in a large office building home to several thousand employees - I held the door open for a 20-something man and woman who were 20-feet behind me. I had been in the same elevator as them just seconds earlier - in fact, it was just the three of us in Lord Otis' crypt.
I'm not a slow walker, and may even be considered quick, but it's not because I'm in a hurry. Still, I got to the building's exit before they did and walked through, but held the door open while they took their sweet time. Taking their time is fine - I can't bitch about someone's walking speed in this instance - but after they walked past me, there was no acknowledgment to me for holding the door open for them. It was like they expected me to hold the door open for them.
They weren't the first - I'm 45 and live in Toronto - it happens all the time in this manner-less city. Okay, not everyone is manner-less, but it sure seems that way.
My parents tried their best to bring me up properly. Whether it was to respect my elders, say please and thank-you, stand and shut up when the National Anthem is being played or to give up my seat for the elderly or pregnant - I've always tried to do the right thing.
It's why I don't mind holding a door for people. It's me being polite - and no I don't want a friggin' medal for it.
For the past several years now if someone doesn't smile, nod or say thanks after I hold a door for them, I've done a mock bow and excreted a: "You're welcome, Your Lordship (or Your Grace)". In my mind it wasn't to get them to say thank-you - because by embarrassing them most people are loathe to say anything. But one guy did. He actually stopped, turned around, looked me in the eye and apologized. He caught me off guard, but I told him that his apology was accepted - we smiled genuinely at each other and went our way.
While that man must have had a momentarily lapse of manners - he had the good sense and manners to apologize. For the rest of the people who lack manners - while it may not come from me, but just remember what goes around comes around, and look in at yourself the next time you wonder why society has gone to Hell in a hand-basket.
I hate people who don't say thank-you.
Thank-you for reading.
