I'm from a small town in the Midwest, and we were raised to be polite. If someone asks for your help, you either help them, or instruct them where
they can go to get that help. If someone makes a mistake in public, you don't shout things at them. If you can't say something nice, don't say
anything at all, right?
So, last year, I went to Seattle for a job interview. There were a lot of other applicants, and the interviews and testing took all day, and at one
point we broke for lunch. A group of us went walking around looking for a restaurant. We only had half an hour, and none of us had ever been to
Seattle. So after five minutes of walking around aimlessly, I addressed a young couple crossing the empty street.
"Excuse me," I said. "Do you know of any good restaurants around here?"
The guy looked at me like I had just pooped on his shoes. "Why don't you just use the restaurant app on your iPhone?" he sneered, with extreme
Well, I don't have an iPhone. Can't afford one. (That's why I was in Seattle for a job interview.) I was absolutely stunned by this guy's rudeness and
class hatred. I turned to the five other people with me and asked them, "Does anyone have an iPhone?" Nobody did. We were all poor. The man and woman
kept walking without another word.
A few months later, another incident. I was out having some drinks with a lady friend. She has an enormously long car and asked me to help her
parallel park it. (That sounds dirty, but it's not.) It was dark, we were a little buzzed, and she didn't feel comfortable parking the car or letting
me do it. So I got out, and was directing her into the space, and she backed too far. Crunch. She hit another parked car, with no owner in sight.
Now, normally, what happens in this case is that everyone involved swears a little bit, looks at the damage, and leaves a note with their information
on the other person's windshield. Before we could do of any of this, some guy across the street starts flipping &*^% at me.
"Oh, nice guidance!" he screamed. I looked up. Again, a guy and his female companion. At first, I thought it was maybe his car, or that he thought we
were going to run away without leaving our information. But he kept walking, so I knew it wasn't his car. And he didn't say, "Leave your information,
bro!" He just yelled it again. He sounded like he wanted to start something with me. He was a well-dressed guy, too; looked like he was from out of
So I cheerily called out, "Love you man!" And he replied, "Nice f_____ guidance, a_______!"
That did it. I lost my patience, and said something that I thought was clever, something to do with how the girl on his arm was there because she was
paid to be.
And he steps into the street. "What was that?" he said.
This guy wanted to fight me! He started it, yelling at me abusively, and when I dared speak to him in kind, he wanted to kick my [snip].
So I backed down, my friend left her info, and we called a cab, as we should have in the first place. But WTF? It's none of that guy's business. He
wasn't a concerned citizen trying to right a wrong, he was a rich douche looking to kick some 99% [snip], and I almost gave him the opportunity.
What amazed me the most is that in both incidents, the women on the arms of these jerks didn't scold them for their rudeness, but stayed silent. It
used to be that if a man was uncouth that his lady would gently try to calm him down, but these women seemed totally on board with this behavior.
What do you think?
edit on 4-6-2013 by Gazrok because: no circumventing the language censors.