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Manners - Plain and Simple

The more you are in public, the more you have an opportunity to experience (not willingly) the bad habits and manners of those around you. This is quite unfortunate for those of us who do not appreciate or look kindly on our "ill-mannered" brethren.

Today, I ate at Chick-Fil-A
downtown. I sat outside to review my Bible study lesson for tonight and relax. A couple sat down behind me. While I couldn't actually see them, I could hear their voices and knew them to be male and female. As I was enjoying my waffle fries (they are the best), I hear this loud disgusting belch that reverberated down the street, I kid you not! I almost choked on my fries and am quite surprised that I was able to swallow the current bite. Apparently the female said something to the male about his poor table manners because I heard him say, "I don't care, it's a normal, bodily function."

Here I was sitting outside, minding my own business, enjoying the beautiful day and am forced to have such abhorrent behavior thrust upon me. I immediately became incensed!!! I rehearsed, repeatedly, in my mind what I was going to say when I got up from the table if they were still there; however, when I turned around, I noticed he was a "less than exemplary citizen" of these United States and would have been a little bit in fear of having my throat cut while walking away. In the event that the person in question has an opportunity to read my blog, this message is for you:

"Your mother obviously didn't bother to raise you in a barn, but chose instead to raise you under it. While belching is a normal, bodily function, so is defecating, but you don't see me doing it at the table in public -- perform your normal, bodily functions in private!!!"

I'm just sayin,


--M

Comments

Unknown said…
Spoken like a true southern mother.
Chris Barnette said…
Yeah I put that in the same category as spitting, which by the way I get to see a lot of at the local Wal-Mart, among other displays of grotesque behavior. Good post!

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