Do you like to put manners on people? I do, and my latest story occurred last week. I'm a public bus driver, and one day I was pulling over to the bus stop with about 5 people formed in a line. There was this fella who wasn't in the queue, who looked to be mid twenties, who just happened to be walking along the footpath in the opposite direction to what the what the bus was travelling. I stopped the bus and opened the doors at the point on the footpath where the first person in the queue was. But the bus happened to do this in such a way that this guy walking just had to walk straight onto it without even stopping. It was perfect timing for him, and he acted as if the others weren't there. Now I'd come across this guy before a few times at the same stop because he'd come in and say nothing as he'd present his free travel pass on the reader... and when it registered I'd have said thanks (out of habit), and then he'd say nothing and walk off and I'd kind of wonder what am I thanking him for. Anyway I knew from before that this time he wouldn't say anything to me either. If it was just one - of the two arrogant expressions - that I'd witnessed I'd have let it go, but this guy was acting like he owned the bus or something. My leverage was the fact that his was out of his hand. I picked it up and called out his name as if thinking it to myself. I then said "you've no manners Kenneth". He gives me a wtf look. I said "what makes you more important then all those people behind you?". He turns around and looks at the people behind him. The old man who's first in the queue says "answered the man". He then says "ah look I'm just trying home dude". I, of course have the card in my hand all this time. I look at him and leave some silence until he eventually says sorry. And before anyone presumes he might be autistic because of the free travel pass, I can tell you he is not. Feel free to share your own stories!
Yesterday I busted an asian 'lady' opening the boxes of cherry tomatoes, licking and tasting a few from each, them closing it up with chewed on tomatoes, back on the shelf. I said loudly right behind her (as she was oblivious to her surroundings) EXCUSE ME! What are you doing??? She ran off... I did not choose any of those tomatoes... Today I read in the paper that it's a thing in Tokyo to mess with the sushi going round on those floating plates. What is this madness???
An old friend of mine used to drive a school bus. One day one of the kids pulled out a knife and threatened her. So she punched him in the face. As a result she was the one who got in trouble. But, she taught him a lesson.
She was right to get physical given that she was comfortable doing so. It may have been wrong on paper, but there's a good chance that kid would have gotten away with it otherwise.
I once taught a class at my girlfriend's school in Sweden. Does that count? Oh I also tried subbing once at an elementary school in Hawaii. Never again! I couldn't teach them a thing cause I couldn't understand teacher's lesson plan and was called in at last moment after working double shift at restaurant. No time to prepare. I learned MY lesson! Glad for the internet's educational attributes.
I can think of numerous times I've tried yet in the end can't for the life of me tell if they were actually learned
When I was a kid in a candy store with a soda fountain, I was looking at some candy to buy when this man sitting at the soda counter jumps up, yelling at me that he saw what I did. Before I'm even done selecting a candy bar (back when candy bars were like 10 cents), he comes over and grabs my hand forcefully pulling my little fingers apart only to discover a five dollar bill in my hand. The look of surprise on his face was priceless, but couldn't match the cold hard stare I gave him back. I wasn't worried, as that was MY candy store that I'd been to a hundred times and that guy was some stranger I'd never seen there. The management wasn't too happy with him.
just wish i was smart enough to do so in such a gentle yet absolute way biden's state of the union did. also the right wing of the right wing of the gop, should never try to play poker. there's a whole thread about this in the politics forums, but i thought the way this went down had a place in this topic as well.
I was a gentle person when young, which was often looked at as weakness from those who wished to bully others. My uncle boxed professionally and took the time to show me some "things" when a bigger kid slapped me at school. For the rest of my life, a lightning fast left jab and an elusive stance pretty much did the job by showing transgressors that they had made a serious mistake by fooling with me. Lessons learned!
Over the last few weeks, you have brought back memories and had me laughing for hours. This time it is Dublin, when in the 1970's M&S decided to open a store. Everything was set up, with displays. unpacked items to view and everything on the stands in size order. Now this is not how people shop in Ireland. Typically, a woman looking for a shirt for her husband, will see one that she likes (the poor guy will probably hate it), rip the packet open, discover that she forgot to look at the size, drop it on ANOTHER counter, open a few more, then when she finds the correct size, rip a few more packets open to check if their is any difference. Then probably change her mind, drop the last one on the floor and wander off to look at the jumpers. By the end of the opening day, the entire shop looked like a market in India, following a farmer driving his cattle through it. PS. Jane still has some of these habits today.
Apparently no one learned a lesson there... Trashing shops seems to be a thing. Especially ladies shopping. It boggles the mind.
I remember shopping at the Tati store in Paris. It's like the cheapest department store in the city, and it was like Wilsjane described. Couldnt find a thing I wanted to buy.
It is not deliberate trashing, that is just Ireland. When someone spotted the shirt on the floor, they would pick it up and put it somewhere, probably with the jumpers. Every counter looks like a table at a jumble sale and if you find a shoe you like, you have to spend 10 minutes looking for the other one.
Hilarious! When I was young I worked in an Irish Import Gift Shop where cruise ships would dump 5-20,000 passengers daily on the island (St. Thomas). The 'ladies' (older Irish immigrants and first and second generation descendants) would certainly paw through the stacks of Irish woolens, lace tablecloths, embroidered thingies, and of course the Beleek china and Waterford crystal suffered a piece or three of damaged goods daily. They would sll giggle with glee at my flaming red hair and were disappointed I am a Scot and not from Ireland... but they'd still buy that stuff and drag it back to Long Island or New Jersey. Of course you know who had to run around keeping an eye on them and putting things back. Fun times.
I don't know if I taught anyone a lesson but here is something... Walking down the waterfront when about 16 years old, the German navy had a battleship visiting in port that day. So I wasn't surprised to be approached by a group of them asking for directions. They were looking for women they said. They probably meant the hookers that would fly in from Santo Domingo and Puerto Rico to service them. Not knowing where the action was, I sent them to Katie's Bar in Market Square, and then fled town for the day. Katie's was the lesbian bar and she was a biker packing heat. I am sure she sent them to the proper destination (I hope).
if the o.p. happened in the town where i live, i may have been a passenger already on that bus. sitting somewhat about the middle back. seems i to have witnessed that event or one like it. i would not have assumed the guilty to not be on the autism spectrum, but totally agree that makes no excuse for them. autism, does NOT require narcissism. though it is one of many things often used to make excuses for it, as is so called masculinity. which is nonsense because women can also use femininity to make the same excuse. and of course conceived gender as well. it is possible to innocently misperceive ones surroundings, but there is nothing innocent about deliberately making a habbit of it.