Okay, I'm not a psycho. But I am adamant that people should have good manners.
For months and months I didn't have a job to shove, and this week I worked over 50 hours. Just a few weeks ago, I would have done anything to secure employment that didn't involve Walmart (had to draw the line there). And I would have been kind to my customers even if I were doing the most menial work imaginable.
So today, I was in one of those dollar stores for a package of trail mix and watched in disbelief as the cashier, Rachel (who is probably in her late teens), handed the man before me his change and didn't say a word. Not a "there you go." Not a "have a nice day" (don't you love it when you're somewhere at 8pm and they say, "have a nice day"?) Not an insincere "thank you," either.
My turn now. Got my change and Rachel said zilch to me. I asked her, "Aren't you supposed to say 'thank you'?" That little snot looked right at me, gave me a sarcastic smile (is that what you'd call it?) and said, "have a nice day."
Rather than taking that crap, I found the manager. "Is there a reason that your checker at the end there didn't thank me or the guy before me?," I wondered. The manager was a little startled. "I wasn't aware of that," she answered; she looked as if she might do something about it. Sure hope so.
I got more later, as I was driving home and someone took what seemed like a week to make a right turn onto their street. I safely slowed my car down but got right behind them, expecting to see a senior citizen behind the wheel.
No. It was another teen--who was giving me the finger. Perhaps I was interrupting her texting. Is it them or am I now a curmudgeon? I believe I'm becoming Mr. Wilson from "Dennis the Menace."