I was talking to an acquaintance today about the rudeness of people, in particular those who talk while others are speaking, particularly in classes we attend where participants insist on jabbering away while the instructor is trying to tell us what to do. As my friend said, 'It's just rude.'
But how often do we speak up about rudeness?
I recounted to her a recent experience of mine. I was queuing at a stall at the local farmers' market in that uncertain haphazard way of informal queues. The market is, on the whole, attended by young upwardly mobile couples, with or without children. They're the only ones who can afford the real price of good food. Anyway, I digress.
An older woman made her way to the front and stood next to another woman of a similar age. I huffed a bit but gave her the benefit of the doubt and assumed she was with the other woman. She wasn't.
And as soon as that woman had finished, our pusher-inner began to place her order. To make it worse she dithered and asked lots of questions, and even began comparing her oven to that of the producer. And all the time I was standing there quietly fuming. Mostly at myself it has to be said.
Why on earth didn't I say something? As soon as it became obvious that she was, in fact, pushing in, why didn't I say politely, 'Excuse me but there is a queue.'
I'm a grown woman for goodness' sake! I'm 60! What stopped me?
I resolved that it will not happen again. Next time I will speak up.