Take that big fiddle out from between your legs. There are ladies present.
Pick up your dog’s poop if its anywhere other than your own property. And, while you’re at, bring him in if he’s been barking non-stop for an hour.
Don’t litter. Pick it up and put it in a trash can. Help keep nature natural.
Amen to that.
We had to make and install a sign along the sidewalk next to our hedge: “This is not a dog feces disposal area.” It’s worked pretty well, though my wife noted that some who are inconsiderate enough to do this might also be too dumb to know what “feces” means. (I retorted that there’s little correlation between “jerk” and “ignorant”).
Pedestrians: While you’re waiting for the light to change, DON’T stand right at the edge of the curb. Stand back far enough so if you get dizzy for a moment, or if someone/something bumps you, you will not fall into traffic.
(Driving by a school that was letting out - and the kids were standing in a pack with the leading kids having the front of their sneakers hanging OVER the curb.)
Don’t park your shopping cart crosswise in the aisle, or in a narrow spot that makes it hard for anyone to get through.
If there’s some narrow place where only one car/shopping cart/person can get through at a time, don’t everyone head for it at once like The Three Stooges trying to get through a door. Taking turns is the only thing that will work.
Don’t park your car so that it blocks a sidewalk or crosswalk. This is annoying to most pedestrians, and a real problem for pedestrians with mobility issues.
An entire book could be written about stupid, inconsiderate things people do (or don’t do) with shopping carts.
It’s illegal here (a sidewalk or crosswalk counts the same as blocking a driveway), but there are still people who not only won’t be told – there are people giving incorrect advice. The police aren’t lawyers, and are car drivers themselves, not pedestrians, and the local council officers … well, they’re the ones giving the wrong advice.
Speaking of where not to put your car:
If you drive up what turns out to be a dead end road in unfamiliar territory, please come up to the end of the road and turn around in the gravelled turnaround provided for that purpose; or, if you’re seriously afraid that the people who live in the house at the end of the road will come charging out and attack you (in an area in which that’s unheard of behavior), then back down the nice straight ,almost level, and not very long road. Do not, instead of either turning in the turnaround or backing down the road, decide to turn around in a farm field; especially if the weather’s wet and there’s an obvious drop off from the road edge. When you get stuck, you’ll most likely have to deal with the farmer anyway; and you’ll be doing it after having rutted up the field.
Don’t show up early for a dinner invitation, unless you know for certain that your hosts are cool with that. Just because a friend voluntarily invited you to dinner and is genuinely looking forward to offering you their hospitality and spending an evening in your company does NOT necessarily mean that they want to see your smiling face—or a chirpy little text from you saying “Hi, I’m here!”—an hour or more before the stated invitation time.
And no, offering to help the host with prep or saying that you “don’t mind” that they’re not ready yet, no matter how sincerely and kindly meant on your part, does not make it okay to show up before the time you were invited for.
From today: you shouldn’t have to tell a grocery bagger not to put the ripe peaches on the bottom and then throw as many things as you can on top of them before the bag overflows.
And speaking of grocery baggers… you shouldn’t have to tell them not to make the bags so heavy that you’ll need a crane to lift them. Especially if you’re obviously elderly.
I’m obviously elderly; and I keep having to ask them to fill the bags up.
Some baggers ask the individual customer, which makes more sense to me.
I like them heavy, because I buy a lot of groceries at a time and it’s more tedious to schlep twelve bags into the kitchen from the car than six.
Frankly, I much prefer to pack my own bags; this guy was more officious, and I was more tired and hungry than usual, and my guard was down.
Yes, indeed. And more than that, don’t stand waiting out in the gutter or street on a corner with traffic whipping around it. Doesn’t matter if you’re standing within the lines of a crosswalk; the lines don’t magically keep the cars from hitting you.
There’s a busy corner in town where I used to see women pushing baby strollers waiting to cross, and more than once I’d see that they’d have the stroller off the sidewalk and half pushed out into the street while they waited. I thought “there’s a horrible accident waiting to happen.” Sure enough, a few months later, I heard that a baby in a stroller was killed on that corner.
Or start digging through your purse for the farecard when in front of the turnstile (depending on the city and/or neighborhood, you may get to do this exactly once before the trampling…)
If you know you are going to be sent through a metal detector to get where you ned to be, don’t leave the house bedecked in hard-to-remove metal-studded/chained/buckled garments and accessories.
Or how about: don’t wait until the grocery checker has added up all your merchandise and told you the amount to take out your checkbook and start writing your check. Or to get out your wallet and fish around for your cash or credit card. Did you really not know that someone was going to ask you for money before they let you leave the store with the goods? 
Aw geez. I’m usually mild mannered in public and realize that people are going to do their own thing, but nothing makes me stabbier than this. Nothing. So just because you want to stop and assess the tactical situation on the ground, plotting the next steps unhindered by having to move forward due to your need to select the perfect parking spot, you are going to leave me sideways in the opposing lane of traffic? I could get in fights over that.