You gotta love people who believe THEY are the most important people in the world.
They purposely cut you off on the roadways. They appear in the express lane in the supermarket with 200 items. They demand immediate attention, the line is for pedestrians.
When I travel, I’m usually the last one on the plane and the last one off. Being last, usually mean I simply walk to my seat, most people are settled in, no waiting for people to stow there belonging. I normally sit in the aisle seat near the end of plane.
One evening in Portland, I wasn’t the last passenger. There was a lady, demanding the plane wait for her friend’s WHO were waiting for pizza. The young woman at the counter said the flight to Sacramento was full and they were going to close the door. NO! she shouted, your not full, were not on, so you’ll have to wait! They should be coming now!
Well, Hell, this is much better than the Housewives or any of the Reality shows. I wanted to see how this was going to end. However, to see the end, would mean I would miss my flight. So, I faked a slow limp. DAMM! On board, I strained my neck to see if the lady and her friends made it on the plane. Ding, (the seat belt sign came on) as the plane was being pushed backward. Guess they will enjoy their pizza at PDX!
What is it about those individuals, who has Chutzpah, to cut in line, push others and simply disregard all others and feel there actions are justified.
Turning the other cheek
Were human, sometime you can swallow and say to yourself, let it go, it isn’t worth it. Then there is that one time that your not feeling particularly Christian. No fucking way! Not Today!
Philadelphia: I’m on my second leg of three legs to Sacramento. A man enters the cabin, he’s not flight staff, he’s another passenger. He opens the overhead above my seat and begins to relocated the belongings of other passengers items to other bins. I can’t believe no one isn’t saying anything. In my head, I’m daring him to move my bag with my PC. Sure enough, he takes my bag and I tell him to leave it where it is. He said, he is gonna move it down. You could feel the heat in my little section. I told him, your going to fucking leave it where it is! (This is unusual for me, I’m not one for making scenes or swearing in public) He angrily stared at me, as if! In my head, I said to myself. you gonna end up seeing Jesus on this plane, ain’t nobody playin wit ju! Somewhere during the flight, when the man went to the restroom, a man in the row behind me tapped me and said, could you believe that guy, he moved MY stuff! I’m thinking to myself, why didn’t YOU say anything.
Who are these people? Did they Have indulgent parents?
One wonders, how were these people formed? Did this form of narcissism begin as a child. That one child who is throwing a tantrum because they don’t want to wait their turn and that indulgent parent who makes excuses and exceptions for their child’s poor behavior. Is this the beginning, of a skewed perception of the world that insists that their needs or demands comes before others, at any cost!
“We teach people how to treat us”
One of my favorite movies is “Avalon”, directed by Barry Levinson. It follows a Russian Jewish family as they slowly build a new life in America. Through the years the family immersed themselves in American culture. Including Thanksgiving, one branch of the family is notoriously late. (not minutes,hour or so) not once ,but every time. This was before (microwaves) and the very large family waits for the uncle and his familyto arrive before cutting the Turkey. The children are hungry. But they wait. The apologies aren’t genuine. After many years. They start without them. This action divides the once close family. its very sad. But….
We teach people how to treat us. It is my theme. I cant stand by and dine or travel with anyone who doesn’t have any consideration for others. I refuse to watch someone I know, berate another person , because he or she doesn’t want to don’t want to wait. Those individuals don’t care if their friends are humiliated. They simply want what they want! When that happens, I quietly leave. No Drama, no scene’s or explanations. I leave. All human beings deserve respect and if I should stay, I’m condoning bad behavior, it isn’t worth it…