Last night I
was out to dinner. It wasn’t a fancy
place, but certainly, not a dump. The Olive Garden, where everyone’s
family (or something like that.)
As soon
as we sat down to eat dinner I noticed a table of gentlemen all in their early
forties sitting together. I knew right
away that they were visiting from out of town for work. As I eavesdropped I heard them talking about
their jobs- sales. I knew I was in the
presence of salesman. Certainly nothing
wrong with their profession, believe me, but their behavior was grotesque.
Every other
bite of food I took was shoved down my throat with some expletive I really didn’t
care to hear. And, certainly the three
year old at the nearby table didn’t either.
I’m not a
saint, nor a prude, but I found it repulsive.
Just ugly.
And, here’s
the hypocrisy, I’m the biggest culprit sometimes. I drop ugly word bombs when I’m having a bad
day. Heck (not hell), I curse when I am
telling a story, when I’m excited, and even when I’m sad. A lot of people do. Maybe I’ve been conditioned this way over
time. And, even though my mother yells
at me, it often goes in one and out the other.
But, last
night I realized after the fortieth “F BOMB” that came flying out of “Mr. 3rd
in the Nation”, (yup overheard the ego maniac bragging to his counterparts) it
just became vulgar and super unattractive, especially in a public place.
To top off
all the potty talk, one man decided to hand the waiter his arse (not a typo)
because he forgot his salad. Yeah, he
mentioned that after he already finished his main course. “Make sure you take that salad off the bill
that I never received.”
Um, do you
just want to look like you matter in front of your nervous high school server?
Or, did you
just want to berate him in front of your wanna-be- superhuman-friends?
And, can you
say cheap? You know that dinner was
being expensed. And, I would think if you’re
third in the nation for your sales performance, a salad isn’t going to strap
you financially.
For God’s sake
I BLEEPING
hope not.
Now, back to the point…
Last night I
realized how ugly cursing can be. I’ve
always known it’s not ladylike, but it’s not gentlemanly either. Same rules apply for boys and girls and grown ups.
I’d like to
think I’m not loud and obnoxious when I choose to use filthy words. I also don’t make a practice of it in public
places. After last night, I’m swearing
off some not so pretty nouns and verbs.
I promise to do my best because if I sound half as trashy as the men in
white suits I’m highly sickened with myself.
I will be more than happy to put soap in my own mouth.
You get
passes here and there. Everyone knows a
funny joke needs a good curse time to time, with emphasis on the curse!
But, when we are cursing loudly at The
Olive Garden and have no regard for
other’s preference, or tolerance…that’s just rock bottom behavior.
If you’re
going to use foul language, at least use it like most people…VERY, VERY QUIETLY, OR STICK A BREAD STICK
IN YOUR MOUTH SO I DON’T HAVE
TO!
Note to reader: No breadsticks were
harmed or wasted last night on the sales team from Alabama.