Good Manners
Mar. 29th, 2012 09:37 pmWe're taught as young women to -- accept the bad behavior of others, ignore insults, repress hurt feelings, suppress our anger, and never ever make a scene in public. At least, I was. I was taught all of that. I know which fork to use when and the proper place for my water glass and all that stupid shit though I do have a problem with pinky-erections. I know you aren't supposed to elevate your pinky but mine always just sticks out there unless I force it to do otherwise -- no matter what I'm drinking.
The very first time my good manners failed me I was sixteen. I'd gone on a date with a boy of mixed-race (Black mother/white father) and one of my aunt's (by marriage) had a problem with it. She's dead now so I'm sort of hesitant to speak ill of her (see--those damn manners) but it boiled down to her calling me a n-lover at the Sunday dinner table. My mother was so startled that she could not speak and my sister was at the "kids table" and didn't hear it at all. My response was : "Oh, go fuck yourself."
My grandmother spent twenty-five hellish minutes speaking to my aunt in that "I'd kill you but you aren't worth going to prison over" tone about tolerance and equality and how she couldn't believe her son married such an "ignorant cunt" because my grandmother hated nothing like she hated a racist. My uncle's wife rarely if ever spoke in my grandmother's house again after that day. Later on when I was helping with the dishes she let me know that she'd prefer I not use the F word on the Lord's day. (apparently "ignorant cunt" is okay for Sundays just FYI)
Of course, as you all know my manners often fail me in the most public of ways. I am, as my BFF is fond of saying, a party in a can.
The cafe has been closing early this week -- at 7:30 because they are doing some work on the kitchens at night. There is a sign on the door that has been there since it started. A big fucking sign! With RED letters. It's difficult to miss.
Cousin Stan, who is calling his "mental health" leave a STAYCATION, and I were packing up our stuff and it was around 7:35 and the girl behind the counter had already surrendered her drawer and this guy comes in. Well, he flips his shit in the most unbecoming, non-funny way ever over the fact that he can't order coffee. Stan trots off to find the manager, the girl is practically in tears and I'm staring at this guy like he might be a fucking alien. He catches me staring and asks, "What the fuck are you doing?"
I can't help myself. I just grin at him and say, "I'm trying to figure out if your assholery is contagious." And despite the fact that I do have a sense of self-preservation the following words come out of my mouth when he glares and takes a step towards me. "Mother fucker, I wish you would."
And before I can say anything else the girl behind the counter starts to PRAY, out loud like the good Catholic girl she is.
The manager comes running and Stan lectures me all the way to my car about picking fights with people twice my size. Then we argue over a cellphone call my entire trip home about how I don't think that rule applies to people who pick on little Catholic School Girls and Republicans.
Though he's right. One day I'm going to let my mouth overload my ass. My mouth is going to write a check my ass can't cash. I'm going to bring a smart mouth to a fist fight. Etc. Etc. Etc.
The very first time my good manners failed me I was sixteen. I'd gone on a date with a boy of mixed-race (Black mother/white father) and one of my aunt's (by marriage) had a problem with it. She's dead now so I'm sort of hesitant to speak ill of her (see--those damn manners) but it boiled down to her calling me a n-lover at the Sunday dinner table. My mother was so startled that she could not speak and my sister was at the "kids table" and didn't hear it at all. My response was : "Oh, go fuck yourself."
My grandmother spent twenty-five hellish minutes speaking to my aunt in that "I'd kill you but you aren't worth going to prison over" tone about tolerance and equality and how she couldn't believe her son married such an "ignorant cunt" because my grandmother hated nothing like she hated a racist. My uncle's wife rarely if ever spoke in my grandmother's house again after that day. Later on when I was helping with the dishes she let me know that she'd prefer I not use the F word on the Lord's day. (apparently "ignorant cunt" is okay for Sundays just FYI)
Of course, as you all know my manners often fail me in the most public of ways. I am, as my BFF is fond of saying, a party in a can.
The cafe has been closing early this week -- at 7:30 because they are doing some work on the kitchens at night. There is a sign on the door that has been there since it started. A big fucking sign! With RED letters. It's difficult to miss.
Cousin Stan, who is calling his "mental health" leave a STAYCATION, and I were packing up our stuff and it was around 7:35 and the girl behind the counter had already surrendered her drawer and this guy comes in. Well, he flips his shit in the most unbecoming, non-funny way ever over the fact that he can't order coffee. Stan trots off to find the manager, the girl is practically in tears and I'm staring at this guy like he might be a fucking alien. He catches me staring and asks, "What the fuck are you doing?"
I can't help myself. I just grin at him and say, "I'm trying to figure out if your assholery is contagious." And despite the fact that I do have a sense of self-preservation the following words come out of my mouth when he glares and takes a step towards me. "Mother fucker, I wish you would."
And before I can say anything else the girl behind the counter starts to PRAY, out loud like the good Catholic girl she is.
The manager comes running and Stan lectures me all the way to my car about picking fights with people twice my size. Then we argue over a cellphone call my entire trip home about how I don't think that rule applies to people who pick on little Catholic School Girls and Republicans.
Though he's right. One day I'm going to let my mouth overload my ass. My mouth is going to write a check my ass can't cash. I'm going to bring a smart mouth to a fist fight. Etc. Etc. Etc.
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Date: 2012-03-30 02:49 am (UTC)My mouth is going to write a check my ass can't cash.
That sounds exactly like my niece, who unfortunately is one of the few short people in our family. Her attitude is about the size of my 6 foot 6 cousin.
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Date: 2012-03-30 11:34 pm (UTC)Yes, exactly that! Although my department's been under renovations since November and my game face is slipping. Thankfully, my inner Rodney has kept his scathing comments to himself although with 6 more weeks to go that may change :)
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Date: 2012-03-30 02:51 am (UTC)I can tell you for a fact that a smart mouth can stump someone long enough that they only realize you've insulted them until you're long gone. So your smart mouth might actually save you from a fight.
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Date: 2012-03-30 02:53 am (UTC)We'll send you cards if you end up in the hospital... ;-) Or take up a collection for your bail.
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Date: 2012-03-30 11:37 pm (UTC)This is what I think
Date: 2012-03-30 02:57 am (UTC)I salute you.
"If your mouth ever writes a check your ass can't cash, I will help you pay the overdraw."
Just sayin'
Keep on keepin' on.
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Date: 2012-03-30 03:44 am (UTC)Re: This is what I think
Date: 2012-03-30 06:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-30 03:00 am (UTC)And seriously - only assholes walk in that close to closing and make a stink if they've already wrapped it all up. *rolls eyes*
ETA: in case it wasn't clear - you have plenty of people who'd bail you out/back you up... and I'm right there with them ;)
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Date: 2012-03-30 03:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-30 03:04 am (UTC)Your Aunt was a twit & go Grand-mom for setting her straight. Sounds like she was one hell of a lady.
The illiterate douche needed some used grounds handed to him so he could chew them to make his own damn coffee. What a useless moron.
And I agree, you are a party in a can. And it is one *hell* of a party...
~L
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Date: 2012-03-30 03:39 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-03-30 03:47 am (UTC)You can tell a lot...
Date: 2012-03-30 03:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-30 04:03 am (UTC)Which I say to preface these comments: I love your grandmother; I, too, must stick out my pinky when I drink no matter how silly it looks (I can't seem to teach myself to stop), and I have also been called a n-lover (actually, I was usually called a 'n-loving bitch'. My ex-husband is Black. I'll cop to the bitch part but being called a n-lover lit my hair on fire). I've also been told 'your mouth is gonna write a check your ass can't cash' (although it's been near 'bout two decades since I've heard that).
How nice that we have such relatively obscure things in common. Heh.
Oh, and I'll donate to the bail fund, should it become necessary.
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Date: 2012-03-30 05:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-30 06:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-30 04:31 am (UTC)I have to state when i grow up I want to be just like you Keira! I need to get that shirt made up and wear it to work.
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Date: 2012-03-30 04:33 am (UTC)If you snap kick to the back of his knee it will even up the fight quick. Or my favorite: drop kick to the groin, knee to the nose as he bends over.
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Date: 2012-03-30 07:51 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-03-30 06:34 am (UTC)Never in all my life have I wanted to hang someone in the closet with their mouth ducktaped shut!!!
My brother says the same thing...my mouth is gonna write a check my ass can't cash.... Oh well, at least I know I'll go down fighting... or squeaking...or someone will be squeaking.
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Date: 2012-03-30 07:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-30 07:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-30 10:28 am (UTC)So, I'm glad to know you didn't let his stupid go unchecked.
Also: love your Granna. She sounds awesome.
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Date: 2012-03-30 11:05 am (UTC)Your grandmother is awesome. You come by it honestly.
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Date: 2012-03-30 11:16 am (UTC)I will sadly never, ever get to be as badass as you. The manners I was taught are all encompassing and I can never make those awesome phrases leave my mouth.
I am, however, an undisputed mistress of the dying Southern art of "politing people to death." I might have read the sign on the door out loud to him and politely inquired if he needed help getting on the right bus home.
A friend has me on speed dial for business 'situations'. My ability to drop the ambient temperature 10 degrees via email is a skill in high demand, people being what they are.
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Date: 2012-03-30 11:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-30 01:00 pm (UTC)Happily, my 11 year old daughter has NO problem speaking up in public for herself or anyone else, so at least I'm not passing it on!
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Date: 2012-03-30 10:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-31 02:12 am (UTC)*snort*
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Date: 2012-03-31 05:25 am (UTC)