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Today we had to go to Ikea to pick a few things up as we make a move into my mum's to help as she starts chemo. My mum wanted to come, but wasn't feeling great, so we left her sitting in the cafe area and walked backwards through the store.
When we got to bedding, a man stepped aside to let us pass. Normally, this is something I would acknowledge. But my mind was elsewhere and I just kept walking. Truthfully, I hadn't even seen him.
He yells back, in the rudest tone you can imagine, "You should have said 'thank you!'"
We turn around and I offer a confused, "excuse me?"
He walks up to us and gets within about a foot of us, right in our faces. "I moved aside for you and you should have said 'thank you.'" Then he starts going on about social niceties and how we still have to be polite.
Now, I'm not proud to admit this part. I could see my husband getting mad so I said, "Come on, it's not worth it." And we started walking away.
He yells after us, "No, she isn't worth it!"
Well, after finding out about terminal cancer five days ago, moving home and coping with the worst news imaginable my husband loses it. For the first time in the 13 years I've known him, I was sure he was going to all out hit the guy. I had to physically restrain him. He's been a rock for both my mother and I, and I think the "threat" to me was just the straw that broke the camels back and let out all the helpless rage he's felt over this whole situation.
Nothing happened, I stepped in between. But the man continued to berate us as I forced us to walk away.
Now, the really ironic part is that I take my manners very seriously. I truly do believe in social etiquette. I have even read, from cover to cover, the big blue Miss Manners book. (I wanted to feel comfortable no matter what social situation I found myself in so I figured I'd learn more.) I just can't believe that someone would get so bent out of shape over a forgotten "thank you!!"
When we got to bedding, a man stepped aside to let us pass. Normally, this is something I would acknowledge. But my mind was elsewhere and I just kept walking. Truthfully, I hadn't even seen him.
He yells back, in the rudest tone you can imagine, "You should have said 'thank you!'"
We turn around and I offer a confused, "excuse me?"
He walks up to us and gets within about a foot of us, right in our faces. "I moved aside for you and you should have said 'thank you.'" Then he starts going on about social niceties and how we still have to be polite.
Now, I'm not proud to admit this part. I could see my husband getting mad so I said, "Come on, it's not worth it." And we started walking away.
He yells after us, "No, she isn't worth it!"
Well, after finding out about terminal cancer five days ago, moving home and coping with the worst news imaginable my husband loses it. For the first time in the 13 years I've known him, I was sure he was going to all out hit the guy. I had to physically restrain him. He's been a rock for both my mother and I, and I think the "threat" to me was just the straw that broke the camels back and let out all the helpless rage he's felt over this whole situation.
Nothing happened, I stepped in between. But the man continued to berate us as I forced us to walk away.
Now, the really ironic part is that I take my manners very seriously. I truly do believe in social etiquette. I have even read, from cover to cover, the big blue Miss Manners book. (I wanted to feel comfortable no matter what social situation I found myself in so I figured I'd learn more.) I just can't believe that someone would get so bent out of shape over a forgotten "thank you!!"