I Am Beyond Rude
I am beyond rude. But I don’t know why. Me, my sister, and our daughters made our annual round of visiting dead relatives today. As we pulled into the only open restaurant in Provo, Utah after our visit to the Provo City Cemetery, I noticed a note stuck to my windshield wiper.
“You are beyond rude !”
Now I have been noted to be rude from time to time. But if you are going to tell me I am rude, please explain why. I think I parked okay. I pulled as far to the side the road as I could, just like the other cars. I didn’t drive over any graves. I didn’t run over any old people. I don’t know what I did.
Because I was in Provo, the most Mormon city in all of the Universe, I thought long and hard outside the box. Did I perhaps swear when exiting my car? Was my music too loud before I closed my moon roof? Was The Nails “88 Lines About 44 Women” playing at the time? Were my Birkenstocks somehow disrespectful of the dead? Did someone assume I was a homo because of my equality sticker on the rear window of my car?
I’ll never know. But advice to all of you out there, if you are going to tell someone they aren’t only rude, but beyond rude, please explain why.
That’s funny that they would assume you know how you offended them. Just brush it off, if you don’t know what offended them, then the problem is with them and not with you.
(Captcha is President McLean - are they trying to tell me something? Like John McLaine for president?)
oh shoot that was your car? I meant to put that on this other persons car, just a simple mix up……. we can still be friends?