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Showing posts with label southern hospitality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label southern hospitality. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Dear Officers - STOP DOING THIS

So everyone morning, me and the other brown blob cars go flying down the interstate toward Atlanta. At one particular exit ramp, usually sit a pair of police officers with radar, working together. Not really that unusual, and it's good to slow us all down and keep the treacherous Atlanta rush hour more reasonable and less Mad Max. Except for this one thing - the WAY in which they pull you over. You never know WHO they are going to pull over as we all roll past them, and how they handle it is -
one of them steps directly into traffic. Into ATLANTA RUSH HOUR TRAFFIC GOING FAST.

In all fairness, we've all slowed down a bit because hello COPS. But, more than once he's stepped directly in front of MY car in order to stop the person beside me. HI! WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO GO? Into the police cars? Into HIM? Into the guy beside me as punishment for speeding? I've actually had to EXIT because I couldn't brake fast enough, and just get back on the damn highway.

Police in the Atlanta metro. PLEASE STOP DOING THIS. I am so so SO afraid one of you will get hurt by some one NOT paying attention.




Dear Officers - STOP DOING THIS

So everyone morning, me and the other brown blob cars go flying down the interstate toward Atlanta. At one particular exit ramp, usually sit a pair of police officers with radar, working together. Not really that unusual, and it's good to slow us all down and keep the treacherous Atlanta rush hour more reasonable and less Mad Max. Except for this one thing - the WAY in which they pull you over. You never know WHO they are going to pull over as we all roll past them, and how they handle it is -
one of them steps directly into traffic. Into ATLANTA RUSH HOUR TRAFFIC GOING FAST.

In all fairness, we've all slowed down a bit because hello COPS. But, more than once he's stepped directly in front of MY car in order to stop the person beside me. HI! WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO GO? Into the police cars? Into HIM? Into the guy beside me as punishment for speeding? I've actually had to EXIT because I couldn't brake fast enough, and just get back on the damn highway.

Police in the Atlanta metro. PLEASE STOP DOING THIS. I am so so SO afraid one of you will get hurt by some one NOT paying attention.




Sunday, December 13, 2009

Door Holding Etiquette for Patrons of the Chuck E. Cheese

Dear God I don't know how some people get out of their house and function properly. I swear to GOD I don't. How do you survive in your ridiculous little life - what with all of the enormity of injustice heaped upon you on a daily basis?
Well, luckily, Gidge is here to help you - to bring you some peace during these trying holiday times to alleviate some of your frustration and bad temperament.

Let's cover - HOLDING DOORS.

Holding doors open for folks is friendly, good manners and just polite. I'm not the best at it in the world, but I try. I always, ALWAYS say thank you when someone holds a door for me. I think it's something someone doesn't HAVE to do and I think it's lovely when they bother.

So yesterday - the boy and I are trudging into the Chuck E. Cheese for a birthday party for one of his friends. As we slog through the rain/sleet/ugliness two other families are almost at the door as well. I get there first - and hold the door.

Family 1 passes through.

Family 2 is slightly further back - but is VERY overloaded with STUFF so, to be polite- I stand and hold the door - even making small talk as they go through.

Then I start into the door myself. Out of the corner of my eye I see a woman and her child who I had never seen, who weren't all that close even- suddenly come RUNNING - so although I'm in the door already - I lean back and hold it open as she's suddenly closed the gap considerably. Which is why I can HEAR her as she's snarling,"Oh fine just slam the door on my face nice manners, nice christmas spirit. NICE SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY!"

Ummmmmmmm what? Woman, you weren't anywhere NEAR- possibly not even parked when I got to the door. I SAW you were nearing and halted - holding the door so that it in fact DID NOT slam your face. What the hell?

This woman glared at me as we went in, and the nice lady at Chuck E. Cheese asked "Are you all together?" at which point Mary Sunshine barks "We're not with HER".

WHAT?

I swear from now on I'm just not going inside, I'll just stand and wait to see if anyone, ANYONE in the parking lot would like to go inside.

Door Holding Etiquette for Patrons of the Chuck E. Cheese

Dear God I don't know how some people get out of their house and function properly. I swear to GOD I don't. How do you survive in your ridiculous little life - what with all of the enormity of injustice heaped upon you on a daily basis?
Well, luckily, Gidge is here to help you - to bring you some peace during these trying holiday times to alleviate some of your frustration and bad temperament.

Let's cover - HOLDING DOORS.

Holding doors open for folks is friendly, good manners and just polite. I'm not the best at it in the world, but I try. I always, ALWAYS say thank you when someone holds a door for me. I think it's something someone doesn't HAVE to do and I think it's lovely when they bother.

So yesterday - the boy and I are trudging into the Chuck E. Cheese for a birthday party for one of his friends. As we slog through the rain/sleet/ugliness two other families are almost at the door as well. I get there first - and hold the door.

Family 1 passes through.

Family 2 is slightly further back - but is VERY overloaded with STUFF so, to be polite- I stand and hold the door - even making small talk as they go through.

Then I start into the door myself. Out of the corner of my eye I see a woman and her child who I had never seen, who weren't all that close even- suddenly come RUNNING - so although I'm in the door already - I lean back and hold it open as she's suddenly closed the gap considerably. Which is why I can HEAR her as she's snarling,"Oh fine just slam the door on my face nice manners, nice christmas spirit. NICE SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY!"

Ummmmmmmm what? Woman, you weren't anywhere NEAR- possibly not even parked when I got to the door. I SAW you were nearing and halted - holding the door so that it in fact DID NOT slam your face. What the hell?

This woman glared at me as we went in, and the nice lady at Chuck E. Cheese asked "Are you all together?" at which point Mary Sunshine barks "We're not with HER".

WHAT?

I swear from now on I'm just not going inside, I'll just stand and wait to see if anyone, ANYONE in the parking lot would like to go inside.