See, that’s like trying not to think of a purple unicorn. Next time, mentally chanting, “don’t say ‘whatever, asshole’”, or “[vulgarity deleted]”. Bet you won’t say thank you!
Sounds like the “You, too!” syndrome.
Waiter: Enjoy your meal.
Me: You, too!
Boarding pass taker person: Enjoy your flight.
Me: You, too!
As far as number two, I don’t see that politeness enters into the problem at all. The customer and the cashier were being impolite by not being attentive to those around them, because they were entirely absorbed in their own flirting at an inappropriate time.
You should have said something like, “Excuse me, there’s a number of people waiting here…” If they were polite, they’d apologize and get on with the ordering and serving; and if they were “too polite,” they’d offer effusive apologies and buy you lunch, making you feel indebted to them.
That’s what I mean by the problem not being created because of too much politeness.
I think dangermom might be onto something here. The problem isn’t people being polite. The problem is people being friendly. You can be polite without being friendly. For instance, I am always nice and polite, but I secretly hate all of you all. I’ll always say “please,” “thank you,” and “yes ma’am/sir,” but the entire time I’ll have my Venezuelan attack wombats trained on you. So you’d better watch yourself.
LobMob: Hey How’s it going?
Some asshole: Just great! How are you doing?
LobMob: Fine thanks, and you?
I try not to listen to what strangers are gibbering at me. Clearly this thread isn’t really applicable to me as you can imagine how polite I am in everyday society. I’m not rude when I meet people through other people or am at a party or at work. But everyday out in the world with strangers is an exercise in not pushing the slow-walkers or the blue-tooth-wearing-distracted-enunciating-with-their-hands-broadly-so-that-they-hit-another-pedestrian-assholes in front of a speeding bus.
No, no, no … What I SHOULD have done was stab the guy with a Maori spear, which in fact is what I did. To think otherwise is to let the overly polite people win.
Go to the dark side and just get EZpass. No more human interaction with an unhealthy dose of Carbon monoxide. So the state can monitor my movement, it is worth it.
Sauron, wonderful rant. As someone that grew up in New Jersey & NYC, living in San Diego use to drive mean nuts. The freaking drivers would stop for me, just because I was waiting to walk across the street. God Damn It, just keep driving and I will walk swiftly across without interfering with traffic like any reasonable pedestrian. San Diego, you are a goddamn city, act like it.
Sampiro, the advantage of being a rude northerner, when an idiot holds up a line in front of me, I say something and if he does not get on with it, I say it louder. It is rare that a few others don’t join in.
The only people I say this to are the ones who work at movie theatres. I’ve rationalized it pretty well, though: they have free movie tickets and nobody gets tired of free movies, so they’ve probably seen about 36 movies this week already and if it’s a Friday they’ll probably see around 170 more movies by the time Monday comes around. I hope they enjoy their movies as much as I enjoy mine. I’m sure they’ll enjoy theirs more, because the movies will be free. Those bastards.
I would say that the OP’s problem is not with people being too polite over all - would any of us really want more thoughtless asshats in our daily lives? of course not - but acting out the form of politeness (“after you”…“no, after you!”) in places where being brisk and businesslike would be the truly considerate thing to do.
If you disagree, of course, you can always go fuck yourself with a dessert fork.
WRT #2 - you do realize that it was your stupid polite gesture (or mistaken sense of politeness) that was the problem. Before reaching for the spear - a simple “excuse me, my boss will kill me if I don’t get back to work soon.” would have gotten your order taken (and been polite).
Loudly saying “Get out of my way so I can order, you Alabama-rooting moron.” would also have gotten your order taken (though not been polite).
Of course, the spear is more colorful.
I was driving to work the other day, and one of my fellow drivers going in my direction down “Main Street” decided to wave ahead a guy when there were only stop signs for the guy he was waving along. Because he had stopped long enough to give the stop sign guy the hint, I had to slam on my breaks to keep from causing an accident. Stuff like this happens all the time, as we’ve got a lot of recent immigrants who aren’t entirely sure what the rules are for driving in the US.
I swear, the vast majority of the people who drive in my area are complete morons.
In Birmingham- 40 miles from Tuscaloosa and hard core Roll Tide country- if he’d said “Alabama rooting moron” this time of year- I’m not sure a Maori spear would have been sufficient.
What would have been polite would be to refer to the Maori spear by it’s proper name - it is a taiaha - a wooden sword/spear used in traditional maori combat, along with the mere, a stone or jade flat club.
The elvish warriors at the beginning of LoTR (the movie) use long curved swords in a fashion inspired by the way taiaha are used.
Oh, and you can only carry a taiaha if you wear a knee-length dried grass skirt. Official uniform of the War on Politeness, ya know.
I wholeheartedly agree wrt #1! Freakin’ Nashville polite drivers!
The other one that gets to me, is to hear someone say please and thank you to a pet. C’mon, folks, I love Fido too, but to ask him to “please move out of my way” borders on the absurd.
Purely in the interests of fighting ignorance, a Maori spear is a taiaha, and they were used more as clubs or quarterstaves than stabbing weapons. Carry on.
In these situations, it’s not just a ‘not smart’/‘slap in the face’ decision. It’s about your safety. I just make eye contact, and firmly shake my head, and they’re in no doubt that there’s a reason I’m not going. And they move on.
I recently encountered a toll booth worker who is either the cheeriest friendliest person on the planet or doing a lot of drugs. She was almost starting up a conversation, even though this was a cold damp evening, and I’d got some rather unpleasant music blaring out And none of it was forced, at all. (And no, she wasn’t hitting on me. She was the age of my mother. No.)
Irritating as hell. Both because of the insincerity of it, and because it makes me feel like I’m collaborating in humiliating the person forced to say it. I think that Beware of Doug had it right :