I encounter terrible manners constantly. Is it just me? I don’t think so. Somewhere or another, parents stopped teaching kids to be polite.
When my twin nieces, Rachel and Raquel, were 1½ years old, I had to teach them a lesson that not being thankful will get you in trouble.
Both of them wanted some teething cookies, so I gave each one. Rachel promptly said, “Thank you Uncle Ro Ro Daddy!” (I’m their uncle and godfather, but since they were living with me and my wife at the time, they decided to add daddy on the end).
Raquel got her cookie and gave me a blank look.
Now she heard her sister say thank you; she had previously said thank you. But today, she decided to be obstinate. I asked her politely. Nothing.
“Raquel, what do you say?” I said over and over and over.
Sensing her twin was about to get in trouble, Rachel started saying over and over, “Thank you Uncle Ro Ro Daddy! Thank you Uncle Ro Ro Daddy! Thank you Uncle Ro Ro Daddy!”
Finally, after about the tenth time, I had enough and promptly took the cookie from Raquel and went on about my business.
Call me a harsh Uncle Ro Ro Daddy, but if children aren’t taught to be courteous and thankful at a young age, they will be rude and callous as an adult.
Clearly there are a lot of those kind of people.
I’m sick and tired of being in Washington, D.C., New York, or Chicago—three cities I’ve lived in the past seven years—and having to deal with absolutely rude people.
The other day, I held the door open for three people at the NBC NewsChannel building where we shoot my TV One show, and they walked in as if I was the doorman. No hello, thank you, nothing.
I experience this a lot with women. You hold the door open for them and they don’t even bother to say thank you. Look, I’m not trying to get your phone number or Twitter handle, I’m just being a courteous man. Geez. You would think a simple “thank you” would suffice.
How about being at the grocery store and as you are standing there perusing something on the shelf, someone walks in front of you like you are a piece of furniture. Is “excuse me” really that hard to say?
Sure, you may call this petty, but it really does chap my hide! Maybe it was my upbringing in Texas, where it was common to say “thank you” or “excuse me.”
Source: The Daily Beast | Roland S. Martin