(Disclaimer: The following may be offensive to some. If you think you recognize yourself in the following, please be aware that I may have been talking about you. Everyone one of the following incidents are real and represent real people.)
I am on a rant this morning. High and holy foul rant. For the sake of my loved ones I am going to give you the PG 13 version of my mindset.
What happened to Courtesy? I mean really with all the gizmo’s and gadgets that are available to the modern public, how freaking difficult is it to take a few seconds out of your life to call, text, IM, email, snail mail, Facebook, Tweet or whatever the new method of communication that is starting NOW.
I am so fed up with the lack of courtesy.
Recently I had sent a text to someone that I was trying to coordinate an event for later in the day. The text clearly stated, call and let me know what time. I know that people are busy and well, sometimes the CALL is just too much possibility for time consumption. A text or alternate form of communication would be perfectly acceptable. We are not “breaking up'” or there hasn’t been a death or tragedy so a lighter form of communication is perfectly within reason. The key here is communication in any form. So I being Party 1 wait for Party 2 to COMMUNICATE. I got nothing.
This scenario though frustrating is minor but seems to be a reoccurring one. This event was insignificant and will or will not take place. No one will DIE if it doesn’t. What got my dander up is that I feel like the simple Courtesy of Communication is lost to society. In the fast pace “go get ‘em” culture that we live in, basic courtesy seem to a bygone art.
The lack of the courtesy call is probably one of my biggest pet peeves. If you are running late – call. If you are going out with the boys and not coming home till 3am – call. If you are bring 5 extra people to dinner instead of one – call. Be it husband, plumber, property manager, best friend, cable guy, cleaning lady, deliver person, tailor – CALL. I understand that we all have things that happen that throw us off schedule….but the minute it takes to make the call will not only allow me to alter my schedule - it will also spare you from my hours, if not days, of hostility.
Which brings me to the Courtesy Flush, if you are over the age of puberty, you know when Mother Nature is going to turn your body into a Southern Born, Flame Rippen, Banjo player……
