Halloween night, our family of 5 broke off into two groups. The boys were a team, while Abby and I strolled together. Considering she’s a younger sprite with littler legs and insisted on walking everywhere, we fell behind often. Still, we tried our best to keep up and managed trailed the same houses soon after her brothers.
At one stop, after the boys had received their treats, the man, who had been sitting in a chair outside, dashed inside to grab a new bag of candy. He left the bowl behind with a few bare selections left. A grab and go felt awkward, though, when I knew he was coming back. There was no harm in waiting a few seconds to say thank you, at least.
Quickly, however, a swarm of junior high kids encircled us, cutting in front where we were obviously waiting. Without an excuse me, or pardon me, or are you in line? It was as if we were invisible. Maybe it’s the nature of the game, I should have grabbed a mini-bag of the remaining Skittles like it was owed to me, but I was more appalled by that point and afraid my bite-sized ladybug was going to get squashed.
Instead, I decidedly turned and while gripped tightly onto my 2 year old daughter’s hand we walked away, but not before remarking as loudly as I could without yelling, “Those kids were rude. When you grow up, you’re not going to be rude.” Though I’m fairly certain the intended party of pre-teeners didn’t hear a word I said.
Growing up, I exhibited a general set of manners. I said please, I said thank you, and I always waited my turn. I refuse to believe that common decency might be a lost cause.