Friend Rob and I were talking the other day about manners. Itâs irritating how much people donât use them. Whatâs so hard about placing a little âpleaseâ at the end of your request? Or a little âThank Youâ after someone did something for you?
I sometimes feel like a dick when I insert âpleaseâ and or âthank youâ at the end of someone elseâs request, but itâs more because I donât want people thinking THEYâre dicks, you know?
Like, if Iâm at a restaurant or bar with someone, and they ask something like: âCan you get me some napkins?â I will dot-dot-dot myself in there and add ââŚPlease?â
Most of the time people donât realize it and are not being rude in the least, so I do it with a smile and a friendly nudge. But if you do it like they owe you a favor and you add a little spunk to you request that then makes it sound like a demand, I will make a point of making you feel guilty about your manners.
âThank Youâ and âPleaseâ are the basic tools of manners, but people hardly use them anymore. Or worse, they just donât practice good manners, period.
Like most people, my family drilled manners into my head as a child. Even the simple things like greeting someone the proper way before asking for someone on the phone. Actually, thatâs my favorite one because it made me laugh as a child and still does every time I hear my family in Mexico reprimand people on the other end.
Like someone will call the house:
Uncle: âHello?â
Caller: âIs Cesar there?â
Uncle: ââŚâŚ.â
Caller: ââŚHello?â
Uncle: âYes, helloâ
Caller: ââŚIs Cesar there?â
Uncle: ââŚ..Good Afternoonâ
Caller: âOh, sorry. Good Afternoon, is Cesar there?â
Uncle: âSure, hold on. CESAAAAAAR!
So yeah, bad manners, common courtesy, professionalism, everybody has it in them, but many people, sadly, decline to exercise those kind muscles.
I was going to work yesterday, and when I got to the bus terminal, there were two buses waiting. Because this is where the route starts for a couple of buses, this is normal and you never know which one is going to leave first, so sometimes I ask.
As I was deciding which bus driver to ask, a third bus pulled and opened its doors. I shyly approached the bus and asked if he was leaving first. As if I was the one that peeâd in his cheerios, he snapped:
âI opened my doors to let you in, didnât I?â
I got on and said I asked because I wasnât sure because there were two other buses already there before him.
Bus driver: âYeah, but youâre on this one now, ainât you?â
Me: âAwww, thereâs no need to be rude. Good Morning!â
Bus driver: âThereâs no need to ask dumb questions. Now you getting on or what?â
Me: âWhy you being rude?â
Bus drivers: âI ainât got time for this. Pay and sit down or get your ass off the busâ.
Me: âOk. I guess Iâll play. (As I paid my fare I wiped the smile off my face) Hereâs two dollars and fifty cents. Now, do your job and take me to my destination, BUS DRIVER.â
I then to took a seat. For the whole ride he would occasionally glance at me in his mirror, and when I would catch him, I would wave and smile, which Iâm sure got him even more mad.
I felt horrible treating him like that, but Iâm sorry, he deserved it.
Dear crabby bus driver: Welcome to the douche-bag club.
Manners are especially important to servers and waiters. Why people are rude to them is beyond me. I was at the theater last week and friend Shaun was bartending. After serving someone he came over and didnât seem happy. The credit card line was down that day, so we were telling people that if they had cash it would be great. (because otherwise we would have to fill out the forms by hand and thatâs always a pain.)
So a guy comes to the bar and orders drinks from Shaun. As the guy opens his wallet, Shaun could clearly see some 20 dollar bills in there, but the guy hands Shaun a credit card. Shaun politely asks if itâs possible he could pay in cash because the credit card line was down.
Guy-Douche: âSo you guys canât take credit cards?â
Shaun: âWell, itâs not that we canât, but it would be a bit of a painâ.
Guy-Douche: ââŚA pain for you or me?â
Shaun: âUhâŚwell, me.â
Then the guy stared at Shaun and held out his credit card.
Yup, I placed that guy in the douche-bag club that night right away.
Even if you donât like someone, thereâs always room for manners and professionalism. I donât get how people can be so oblivious to this when it matters most. But thing is, most of the time, they KNOW they are being rude, but simply donât care because they think the person they are being rude to doesnât make a difference in their life and is beneath them.
If someone is being rude to you, then sure, letâs play. But if someone comes to you in a nice professional manner, why is there a need to flex your muscle and be rude? Thereâs no need and they know it, but they simply donât care. And thatâs a shame.
Makes me think of a favorite âHoneymoonersâ line delivered by Jackie Gleason as âRalph Kramdenâ:
âBe kind to the people you meet on the way upâŚ.because youâre gonna meet the same people on the way downâ.
TrueâŚ

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Lotto time!
This is the part of my blog where I pick an entry in my phone, facebook, or email list by using the most recent Lottery numbers and say something nice about them.
OK, the latest Lotto numbers were 7-10-27-37-46-47
Letâs try to do Facebook this time and do something different with the numbers. So, weâll take the last set of numbers, 47, and add them to make 11. So weâll go to my 11th friends page.
Next weâll take the second-to-last numbers, 46, and add those to make 10.
So on my 11th friends page, Iâll count down to the 10th person and findâŚTJ Jagodowski.
TJ is arguably one of the best improvisers in the city. Anyone that knows him will tell you super nice things about him because he seems to sweat niceness. Thereâs not much that hasnât been said about him so Iâll give it a shot.
TJ and I went through classes at iO at about the same time. Although we might have crossed paths in the same class room once or twice, we never did a scene together. A little after we had âgraduatedâ from the training center and started to perform regularly at the theater in front of actual paying houses, we were chatting about iO stuff and out of the blue he said to me, âYou know, even though we came up together, we never got to do a scene togetherâ.
Maybe it was the way he said it, but that moment has always stood out to me. It came from a genuine place and he seemed almost apologetic that we never found ourselves on stage together.
That was years ago.
I recently started playing in iOâs âArmando Diazâ show, which is a privilege to say the least. TJ plays in that show as well (DUH!), and after having played a couple of times, I noticed that I did a scene with TJ. The next day at our weekly poker game I leaned over and commented to TJ how that was the first time we had done a scene together. He perked up, thought about it for a moment and said, âNo, we did a scene together a LONG time ago. Yeah, you wereâŚâ âHe went on to describe a scene he and I did a very long time ago. I had completely forgotten about it, but sure enough, he remembered and knew exactly what had happened. He then winked and patted me in the back.
Again, I donât know if it was the way he said it, but him remembering that scene from a long time ago almost seemed like a compliment. I donât know how to describe it, but it felt really good and I remember feeling very proud to consider myself his friend. (Yeah, this guy has no problem with the ladies)
TJ, thank you for being my friend.