Sometimes, it's the little things that get you through the day.
When someone holds the door for you, a clerk admires your jewelry or a young guy flirts with you.
Other times, it's just when others obey the basic laws of civility.
It's unlikely anyone who is reading this is guilty of any of these travesties. But maybe you can just commiserate with me as I rant a bit about some of the signs that our civilization, if not lost, has perhaps taken the wrong fork in the road:
If one is picking up one's child/spouse/whomever (the one with the perfectly functional set of legs), one has absolutely no excuse for parking and waiting for their passenger in the fire lane. Even if they are "just going to be a minute." Any officer witnessing such a blatant disregard for the law should order said driver to move to the the farthest spot in the lot.
If a library patron is unable to read and follow the instructions on a sign that says, "line starts here," said person is in the wrong establishment and should be ordered to put their books down and go home.
There is an ancient Chinese curse that says something like, "He who refuses to fix their pet and lets them wander the neighborhood to reproduce with others of their species willy nilly will return in their next life as a female who is perpetually giving birth to litter after litter." (Honestly, I read this on the internet. At least, I think so. Maybe.)
Toilet seat liners are for one use, only. Toss and flush, please. Do not leave butt paper on the seat for the next person to dispose of.
At sporting events, the fetching of foodstuffs should occur between plays or during a stoppage of play. One should expect to be pelted with angry words if one sashays down the row and obstructs the view of other patrons just as a ball has been belted out of the park by the home team.
Talking at great length about one's recent gastrointestinal surgery and subsequent recovery while dining in a public place is never kosher.
It is unconscionable to sit directly in front of someone in a movie theater, unless the place is packed. Also, anyone who doesn't understand the concept of silencing their cell phone or keeping their commentary to themselves should be booted.
Luring others into reading one's rants under the pretext that one will be entertaining, when all it is is an opportunity for one to vent one's petty spleen, is reprehensible.
Oops.
This would be a good time for a diversion.
Anyone else want to go get some ice cream?
I promise not to stir it up and let it melt until it looks like chocolate milk.*
*My Dad's pet peeve.
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