You know, I'm trying really hard to raise my children not to be douchebags.
I know. I oversimplify.
But seriously? Have you noticed how many people are douchebags? A lot.
Anyway. One thing I've taught my son to do since he was very, very small was to hold the door open for ladies when they are coming in or going out. Because I think he needs to be a gentleman, by God, and while he's around me at least, he's going to act like one.
Today as we were leaving the gym a young lady in her 20's was coming in.
My son, dutifully, stood and held the door open for her.
She barrelled past him and said nothing. Not "thank you". Not "oh what a delightful young man!". She didn't even smile at him.
Since I'm grouchy and haven't slept since 1998 and it also pisses me off when people are rude to my kids, I stuck my head through the door and hollered, "You're welcome!"
Because I'm classy like that.
As we walked through the cold dark parking lot, I griped about that lady and how she was rude. She should have said thank you! I'm so glad that we were put on this Earth to be her personal servants! Other random complaints! God!
Boy Child listened quietly and then said,
"Well mom, maybe she was just tired".
Well, okay. Maybe she was. I'm certainly tired.
And then he said,
"And you told me that we be nice to people not because they deserve it, but because it's the right thing to do".
I said that, didn't I? Darn me and this parenting thing! Gah!
And THEN he said,
"And you were kind of rude back to her, mom".
But you know, he's right.
So lady at the gym that I yelled, "You're welcome!" at? I apologize. That was foul of me. Maybe you are tired. Maybe you had your mind on other things. Maybe any other day or any other time you would have been polite. I shouldn't have shown out the way I did, and I'm sorry.
But next time? Say thank you to that sweet little boy holding the door open for you. And prove you aren't a douchebag like his mom.