Friday, February 19, 2010

I Just Love Rude People

I just love rude people. Thanks to the common everyday rude person I was able to find a topic to rant about for this weeks blog.

It all started this past Monday. I went to my local Wal-Mart, which is prime entertainment while shopping for the "everyday low values," to pick up some small items before taking my boy to his wrestling practice. After the items were gathered I proceeded to make my approach to the check out line. Well as usual all four lines at the check out stations were completely backed up. After all it was 5 o'clock in the evening and the evening rush was on.

As I was waiting for my turn to check out, a lady practically ran me and my son over just to be sure that she could check out. Now usually if someone has less items than I do, I will graciously offer to that person with the lesser items to step in front of me. However, in this case it was quite the opposite situation.

I gently tapped the woman on her shoulder and asked her if she realized that she "cut" in front of me in the line. She proceeded to turn to me and in front of my child told me to, well, to do something to myself. I'm sure all you educated adults out there can probably figure out what she told me to do.

Now, usually, I am a person who tries to avoid confrontation, especially when I am in a public setting and when my boy is around. However, in this case I felt that this woman has probably done this to other people before and has gotten away with this sort of behavior many times. So on behalf of all good citizens I proceeded to give this rude lady a very large piece of my mind.

I received the woman's undivided attention and before she was able to respond I was able to go on the offensive. First I told the lady that she was going to listen to whatever I had to say since I did give her the opportunity to speak her mind first. She did try to cut me off, but I did inform her that I let her exercise her first amendment right to free speech and that it was my turn to exercise my first amendment right. After that comment she just stood there in front of me with the "deer in the headlight" look.

I then told her that her behavior was very rude and by most standards very socially unacceptable. I then told her that Wal-Mart was a family type environment and that her telling to "f myself" in front of my 12 year old son was not appropriate. I then asked the lady if she had any children. She said that she had a 7 year old daughter. I then asked her how she would feel if I would have talked her that way in front of her daughter. The lady was so dumbfounded from the turn of events that three different people went in front of us to check while the events were being unfolded.

The lady then looked up at me and apologized to me and my son for her behavior. She even offered to pay for the items that I was going to purchase. I told her that was not necessary, but asked her to think about things before she acts on her impulses.

So remember, a trip to Wal-Mart is not only for shopping, but for entertainment as well.

2 comments:

  1. I'm glad I'm not the only one this happens to. What happened to me wasn't as bad as your incident, but I thought it was rude all the same. I recently was in Joplin at the Academy Sports store and the cashier never greeted me, smiled at me, or acknowledged my existence. Then she literally threw my items in a bag and sit them on the side. No thank you, come again or anything. it's like the whole thing never even happened. I passive-aggressively said "you're welcome" and the lady shot me a "go to hell" look. Happy shopping, huh?

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  2. I hate to say this about my own county men, meaning people in Ukraine, but I come from the world’s rudest country! When you would walk into a store, the sales lady would just glares at you as if you were a bug that just crawled in and need to be immediately squashed! People on the street never smile or greet one another but rather have a look that says, “Talk to me at your own risk!”
    One day Mark, my husband, decided to do an experiment. He was filling up our car on one side of a gas pump and on the other side was a Ukrainian guy doing the same. Mark looked at the guy and said, “Dobroye utro!” (Good Morning!) The guy looked at Mark with this face that only a mother could love and said, “Shooooo?” (I tiny word that can mean What do you want? Do want a piece of me?) Mark repeated the greeting and it took the guy 30 seconds that he was greeting him, and not trying to pick a fight. The guy mumbled under his breath, “Dobroye utro!” and walked away. We laughed all the way to Kyiv about the incident! :-)

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