I frequently feel like I'm channeling Miss Clara. Bad manners abound. Men who won't allow a woman to exit an elevator first. Cars that honk after waiting less than a second at a light that just changed. People cracking their gum so loudly it sounds like a trip to the gun range. And don't get me started about talking in a movie theater.
I know I'm being grumpy, but there are just certain things that grind my nerves down to the root. I have to wonder about a society that has no problem with people screaming the F-word in front of young children. Or with teenagers sitting on a subway while 80-somethings and pregnant women stand. Or with people calling others 'morons' -- both online and off -- just because they don't share the same opinion.
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A few weeks ago, I saw a young boy riding his bike in the street at a busy intersection. When he rode slowly by, I said, 'Excuse me, young man -- be careful, this is a busy intersection; maybe you should ride on the sidewalk.' He was no bigger than a third grader -- how he responded was quite disturbing to say the least.