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Hi kids! Today we're going to talk about common courtesy.
Now, please raise your hands if this applies to you: Did Mommy and Daddy teach you to say please and thank you? To respect your elders and your superiors? To ask someone to pass the salt instead of reaching across the table for it? To share with the other kids? To move to the side when someone is passing you on the sidewalk?
Good. Because someone's mommies and daddies didn't teach them that last one.
Today's a work day for me. Now, I work at Prudential as a secretary for my stepmother, and the building is situated so that there's an inhumanly narrow parking lot next to it, with a sidewalk running the length of the building. I park in the middle, which is a fair distance from the front door, and proceed to walk along the sidewalk. I run into a cluster of 4-6 people who are standing on the sidewalk, talking. Can you guess what happened?
That's right. They didn't move, and to get around them I either had to walk in the bed of stones next to the building or in the parking lot and risk getting hit by a car.
I took the stones.
Hell, if you read Highlights magazine, you learned that one simple thing; YOU FUCKING MOVE WHEN PEOPLE ARE PASSING YOU ON THE SIDEWALK. It's not your sidewalk, you don't work here, as far as I know you aren't even customers, so why the hell are you standing there taking up space? Can't you go to the mall or a cafe and talk? You're spilling out into the parking lot, too, and giving me dirty looks when I have to inch between you and the car parked behind you because I don't want to go to jail OR pay a shitload of money to cover the damages I'd inflict on someone else's car. And it happened again, too, with two middle-aged women who didn't even so much as look at me when I passed, coming back from Office Depot with a new printer cartridge.
Now, I'd chalk it up to adults thinking they had the right of way simply because I'm a teenager, which still doesn't excuse them but at least is a plausible reason fro why they'd do such a thing... if it hadn't also happened to my boss. Arg, why are people so rude and stupid? Spawnie... SMASH!
Also, to the idiot in the lefthand turn lane next to me:
You know, there's a reason why people in the righthand lane in the street directly perpendicular to us are going so slow -- it's because you have passed the lines on the pavement that mark where you are supposed to stop at a red light. There's a reason for those lines, bub, and they're not for decoration.
And, finally, on behalf of my stepmother, to the man who is soon to be formerly known as my boss:
Yes, I realize that you live with my stepmother and that she has no internet access at her house. And yes, I realize that you would like to check your email and this is the only place that you can check it (aside from the library, which I'm assuming you think beneath you). However, Mom already told you that she was composing a letter to send to the clients. I believe that takes precedent over checking your email, as you termed it "I wanna play!" That said, don't you think that checking your email can wait until she gets some actual work done? It was incredibly rude of you to push until you got your way. Even I know better than to insist someone get off the computer so I can goof around, forcing them to stop working on something with some actual importance. Thank you, asshole, and I hope that you have fun in Florida and get syphilis.
Now, please raise your hands if this applies to you: Did Mommy and Daddy teach you to say please and thank you? To respect your elders and your superiors? To ask someone to pass the salt instead of reaching across the table for it? To share with the other kids? To move to the side when someone is passing you on the sidewalk?
Good. Because someone's mommies and daddies didn't teach them that last one.
Today's a work day for me. Now, I work at Prudential as a secretary for my stepmother, and the building is situated so that there's an inhumanly narrow parking lot next to it, with a sidewalk running the length of the building. I park in the middle, which is a fair distance from the front door, and proceed to walk along the sidewalk. I run into a cluster of 4-6 people who are standing on the sidewalk, talking. Can you guess what happened?
That's right. They didn't move, and to get around them I either had to walk in the bed of stones next to the building or in the parking lot and risk getting hit by a car.
I took the stones.
Hell, if you read Highlights magazine, you learned that one simple thing; YOU FUCKING MOVE WHEN PEOPLE ARE PASSING YOU ON THE SIDEWALK. It's not your sidewalk, you don't work here, as far as I know you aren't even customers, so why the hell are you standing there taking up space? Can't you go to the mall or a cafe and talk? You're spilling out into the parking lot, too, and giving me dirty looks when I have to inch between you and the car parked behind you because I don't want to go to jail OR pay a shitload of money to cover the damages I'd inflict on someone else's car. And it happened again, too, with two middle-aged women who didn't even so much as look at me when I passed, coming back from Office Depot with a new printer cartridge.
Now, I'd chalk it up to adults thinking they had the right of way simply because I'm a teenager, which still doesn't excuse them but at least is a plausible reason fro why they'd do such a thing... if it hadn't also happened to my boss. Arg, why are people so rude and stupid? Spawnie... SMASH!
Also, to the idiot in the lefthand turn lane next to me:
You know, there's a reason why people in the righthand lane in the street directly perpendicular to us are going so slow -- it's because you have passed the lines on the pavement that mark where you are supposed to stop at a red light. There's a reason for those lines, bub, and they're not for decoration.
And, finally, on behalf of my stepmother, to the man who is soon to be formerly known as my boss:
Yes, I realize that you live with my stepmother and that she has no internet access at her house. And yes, I realize that you would like to check your email and this is the only place that you can check it (aside from the library, which I'm assuming you think beneath you). However, Mom already told you that she was composing a letter to send to the clients. I believe that takes precedent over checking your email, as you termed it "I wanna play!" That said, don't you think that checking your email can wait until she gets some actual work done? It was incredibly rude of you to push until you got your way. Even I know better than to insist someone get off the computer so I can goof around, forcing them to stop working on something with some actual importance. Thank you, asshole, and I hope that you have fun in Florida and get syphilis.
