“I hate it when people are at your house and they ask ‘Do you have a bathroom?’ No, we pee in the yard.”
Phone rings. A number I don’t recognize. Most of the time I don’t answer these calls. But it is local and what the hell? Go for it.
Is this Mr. ******?
Well I don’t know. Maybe Mr. ****** is unavailable. Maybe he doesn’t want to talk to you. Maybe he’s disposing of a body. Who is this and what do you want?
It really annoys me when I get a call like that. What’s wrong with: This is Doctor Johnson’s office calling to confirm an appointment. Is Mr. ****** available?
Manners. A lost art.
And how about this?
Several days ago we checked into a hotel in Sherman, Tx.
Do you have a room preference?
Not really. Just not close to the elevator.
How about 205? Is that OK?
Gee……I don’t know. I’ve never been in 205. Did not know it even existed?
Does it have a bed? How about a toilet? Does it have a toilet?
And a shower. That would be nice.
What kind of a stupid question is that? Is 205 OK? Gee…..I don’t know. What do you think?
Honestly, I did not respond that way. But I wanted to.
“You can get through life with bad manners, but it’s easier with good manners.”