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Since many seems to be minding their manners. We're going to take advantage and go mine some more etiquette tips. |
Monday, August 11, 2014
ENJOY THE REST OF SUMMER
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pools,
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shade,
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time off,
vacation,
vacay
Thursday, August 7, 2014
WHAT CAN YOU SAY TO A TOOTH PICKER?
Not
much. The other day I was facing a woman in a restaurant. No problem with that,
she had her table and I had mine. It was a pretty nice place and I was looking
forward to a quiet lunch.
All
was going well until I looked up from my smoked salmon and noticed that the
woman was busy picking her teeth with a toothpick (Either she brought her own
or asked because there were none on the table.)
What
a dreadful sight to behold. She was just diggin’ a way. I guess she didn’t
consider going to the restroom to really get down to business.
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The expression of Her Majesty demonstrates brilliantly how I feel about the picking of teeth in public. |
There’s
nothing to say to someone who uses toothpicks at a table, unless you know them
well, very well. Now, if a
particle of the woman’s lunch came flying over to my table, I wouldn’t hesitate
to say, “Excuse me, Miss, a piece of your lunch is now on mine. I wish you
wouldn’t do that at the table.”
Maybe I should lose the last part? Or maybe the part about the piece of lunch?
Oh,
I don’t know what I would say. I give up on public tooth picking pickers.
Friday, August 1, 2014
JITNEY JITTERS By Yvonne
I’ve been spending some time on the Hampton Jitney and I’ve
seen some disturbing behavior.
What is about the Jitney that makes people so ill mannered? The pretzels? Is the juice not up to their
liking?
One woman could barely get a thank you out of her mouth.
When asked if she’d like water, she answered, “Make it two.” No “please”, no “thank you”. Her daughter’s
made herself comfortable with her feet on the seat; the soles of her flip-flops
were filthy. Note to self – no white
jeans on the Jitney. The attendant came through a couple of times with a trash
bag, you wouldn’t have known for all the empty bottles, newspapers, and wrappers
she and her daughter left behind.
On another trip, I sat across the aisle from a father and
son. The father was dressed casually chic, the son quietly focused on his
iPad. When they got off the bus, the
mess they left behind, was, well, a mess. (See photo) I shudder to think of what their housekeeper
meets every time she walks into their home.
Could it be that it’s the least expensive of all the coaches
in the Jitney family that makes people forget their manners? Do they have them in the first place?
I don’t think so, I think it’s about people who are used to
having others pick up their mess without ever expressing gratitude or
appreciation. It’s enough to give you the jitters.
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