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6 Comments

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  by Weens 2 years ago

  Don't lose your faith in humanity, there are still some chivalrous men out there.
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  by lizzie 2 years ago

  He would have been jolly unlucky if he bumped into me...my ample bosom would have knocked him off his feet! I got them trapped in the doors of a bus once...I kid you not!
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  by Tony 2 years ago

  I do admire your honesty, PJ. You obviously felt agreaved! You provide considerable, as I say, honest detail... ... ...
  (I reproduce here something I imagine also first appeared as a blog)
  
  I think it just must have been one of those days. You know, when nothing seems to go right? I hadn't been feeling too good but I had to get down to the bookshop - the new novel my wife wanted for her birthday had come in. My breath freshener had run out and the way I was feeling I probably needed it double strength! I had searched for a pepermint before I left the house, but no luck there either.
  
  Got to the shop. Had to wait an age to be served and my back was really playing up; all that standing. It wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't just finished a double shift before coming out, but we are saving up for our dream holiday next year; I need the extra work. And now I needed to get home quickly to wrap the book before Jilly got back.
  
  I pulled the door open and stepped out to find the way blocked by a small woman who didn't appear to have been looking where she was going: she was looking down, not ahead. I was tired, but I stopped and waited patiently for her to move aside. Incredibly she looked up at me a with a big grin on her face and just stood there. I needed to get on; I cleared my throat, deferentially and said, Excuse me. She seemed to hesitate as though trying to decide whether to move or not. We seemed to be in a face-off situation, so I shifted my weray body ready to try to move around her, but before I could, the woman managed to reach a decission and stood aside.
  
  Relieved to be be finally out of the shop and on my way home to my lovely lady, I was feeling just a little guilty that I hadn't recovered my usual composure more quickly and it had been the woman who moved aside. Then I heard her strident voice call after me, I take it 'ladies first' means nothing to you, does it, you ignorant pig! After a moment of shock, I relaxed, my conscience clear. This had obviously been no lady.
  
  I hurried on, back to Jilly.
  
  Now you probably hate me, PJ, and feel like writing another blog about rude bloggers. It's just that we can't always know other people's situations. Edwina is right, men often do behave chivalrously; and women often behave like ladies, but I guess neither of our genders manage to keep it up all the time. ;-)
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  by Kate.J 2 years ago

  There is something inordinately distressing about gratuitous rudeness, I've been thinking about
  this for a couple of weeks now after a couple of experiences, and trying to work out exactly why it
  is so upsetting. I suppose we see it as some sort of personal attack, and being attacked does cause
  shock. Are rude people just ignorant, are they playing power games, are they excessively insecure?
  Are they distracted or as Tony suggests, worried and in pain?
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  by Peppermint_Junkie 2 years ago

  How I laughed at your comment Lizzie!!!!!!! Sorry for your pain, but it was just so funny to read!
  
  Tony I don't hate you, that's a very harsh word which I dislike the use of if I can help it, although there are some people in this world I can honestly say I hate or have had hatred for, you are not one of them.
  
  You point out quite clearly how us humans interact (or don't as the case may be!) on a daily basis. We work on instinct most of the time, and immediately think that the other person is the aggressor not us.
  
  Yes I was aggrieved, but as you say, he could've been having a bad day too, but I still feel there was no need for his rudeness. As you point out, I was hardly lady-like in my reaction....there's that instinct thing again ;0)
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  by AlanP 2 years ago

  The thing is yesterday, it was my birthday. I hung one more year on the line. I should be depressed, my life's mess, but.... with no presents, no mates, and I'm not the kind of man who tends to socialise, I seem to lean on old familiar ways. So I went out to buy myself a book to read and think about some old times, then drink myself some beers and for no real reason, someone just shouted at me.
  
  I stayed calm but, you know I would not be convicted by a jury of my peers, cos I'm still crazy after all these years.
  
  If you want sheer melancholy you can't beat Paul Simon from the seventies. A great man.