Question. What happened to good manners and polite society?
Example A)
I sat for breakfast at my little square table this morning. To my right was a young girl. Within minutes of sitting down, two other young girls sat at a table to my left. You get the picture by now. I was in the middle. Did that stop them talking about last nights shag or how much they drank and who they fancied; at the same time leaning backwards and forwards so as to see each other past me. Not a bit of it. I gave it a couple of minutes thinking they would realise how rude it was to talk over/past/through someone. Five minutes later, they clearly had no concept of how rude this was. I could take it no more. I asked in a slow voice, with a face like thunder, whether they had any concept of what was rude. Looking completely blank, with mouths ajar, they didn’t need to tell me the answer. With that they left looking back in a way only teenage girls can.
Example B)
On Monday as I sat on the train praying for a quiet event free journey, a large weathered gentleman whose nose betrayed the drinking of far too much red wine over his time on this planet sat down opposite. The next thirty minutes (and to be frank I have no idea how I lasted this long) were full of him, snorting, sneezing, sniffling, coughing and clearing his disgusting throat using a combination of sleeves and ‘what looked like’ green hanker chiefs. I had to move to another carriage before running the risk of throwing up.
Answer. They are long gone.
PS. You couldn’t make this up! I’ve just been joined at my table on the train home by two race going gentlemen at Doncaster. Dressed in suits, but clearly drunk, the last ten minutes have included more swear words than I have heard all week.
Me Grumpy? …….
Oh no! Did Lee get on the wrong train again?
lol