As I enter the zone that is Half -Term, I shall be rendered temporarily unavailable for posting. Frankly spending time with two very boisterous children, zooming from the cinema to laser quest only stopping to plonk He Who Pays the Mortgages' dinner on the table, leaves me so exhausted that I can hardly lift my painted fingers to gesture to the non-indicating drivers who cut me up. So pardon me, I have expanded my abilities on the blog spot and scheduled this.
This week we discovered , via Miss Marple and a night at the theatre, that customers everywhere, of all shapes and sizes can be just as rude to each other as they are to us. On a lovely trip to the theatre Miss Marple wore her new suede shoes. Gorgeous creamy suede untouched by weather, greasy fingers or anything that would mar the wonder of the elegant sitting-down shoes. The first act went well. During the interval Miss Marple and her date made it to the bar but with the queue so long her gallant beau offered to fetch her drink if she found some seats. Whilst scanning the crowd a large foot pressed heavily onto one of Miss Marple's feet. As anyone with manners would she apologised trying to attract the attention of the shoe crusher, whose foot remained firmly on top of the new suede shoe. Struggling like a pinned moth, Miss Marple only managed to free her foot by poking the foot crusher hard in the ribs. When she said,
'I'm terribly sorry but you were standing on my foot.'
A large woman in maroon elasticated pants simply gave her a dirty look. Decidedly miffed by the comfortable shoe mark on her suede , she gave the woman another poke and said,
'I believe it is at this point that you apologise to me as you were the one who stood on my new shoes.'
The woman replied haughtily,
'I am disabled,' and waved a cane.
' What?' cried Miss Marple. 'Disabled? I don't actually think that means your manners are f******g crippled! I don't think carrying a stick, inhibits the free use of apologies.'
The woman's' companion said,
'How dare you abuse a disabled woman!'
' Oi, she is the one who stood on me.....' Miss Marple was cut short by the appearance of the date and swept back to the safety of the theatre.
And I think that just goes to show it doesn't matter where you are, who you are, what you are, if you are rude then your just plain rude!
