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Sarah,
I was raised by a Texas Southern Baptist Grandmother. I think that says it all. I am NEVER "PC" when it comes to being polite. Get in my face, however, and that politeness quickly becomes your biggest problem of the day.
I've held doors open for women who "wanted to do it themselves." I usually make sure I'm "PC" at that point and let the fucker slap'em in the ass as they walk through, saying "Opps, you weren't watching."
Granny's training took hold. I've always say "excuse me" instead of "par-don" or "con permisso" here. Luckily for me, I don't have to put up with that "PC" crap here, only when I "visit" the US.
If someone here ISN'T courtesy-minded, I make it a point to let everyone around them know how stupid this one person is. I'm easy to get along with. I'm also one's worse nightmare, if they so deem it necessary.
EXAMPLE: Water in the street, not just wet, but water. I'm on the Harley and some pendejo speeds by, putting a wave over me. I catch up, detach my windowbanger from my hand levers and take out the fucker's windshield or rear window. And, please, don't think Harley people are afraid of "cagers." CAGER stupidity causes our "reach" to extend greatly. (..and you thought we just sat there and drove. LOL)
I open doors, get coffees, walk on the street side, preceed down and follow up stairs and escalators, all that stuff Granny taught me....still. Get "PC" with me and you're on your own.
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