A word on manners

I was brought up to mind my P's and Q's.

We excused ourselves from the dinner table.

We ate what was placed in front of us.

We didn't speak to grownups unless spoken to.

It was a bit of a tight ship.

Manners are important.

It tickles me that M now asks for things prefaced by "please."

And when he doesn't want something he will say "no thank you".

Mind you sometimes if he really doesn't want it he will scream it.

Manners are the reason why I don't like most people.

Or I should say lack there of.

I really didn't appreciate the lady at Costco this a.m. who felt that she had paid her dues and therefore should be able to charge through the crowd with her shopping cart without so much as a blink of an eye when she nearly ran down me and my son.

So I offered up these words to her:
"I believe  the words that you are looking for are, pardon me and I'm sorry"

This snide remark was rewarded  with a dirty look to which I gave her my best stare down.

I've got at least 2o years on you lady...don't push my sleep deprived buttons.

Here's the thing.

She couldn't have been brought up that way could she have been?

Surely she knows what she did was wrong, does she not?

It can't possibly be that she feels such a sense of entitlemnet to that particular ilse space that she would actually plow down bystanders.

Right?

I'm so glad I'm bringing my kids up in this world.

*sigh*

This is why I don't like most people.

And just because I don't want to leave you thinking I'm all snarky today a pic of the boys in their christmas sweaters made by Grammy H.