Tact is a four letter word

I try to be a polite person, believe it or not. I try and I try and I try. Even in the place where manners go to die: a crowded grocery store. It can get a mite difficult from time to time because I always seem to encounter at least one of three types of moron. Firstly, there are those people who are not aware of anyone else in the store, or the world for that matter. Just walking around with their heads up their asses and getting in everyone’s way. I don’t understand how these rubes don’t get into tragic accidents constantly. When you walk around like that, like you’re blindfolded or something, you’re bound to run into a bicyclist or fall into a well or what have you. Open up your face, loser.

And then there is the group of people, mostly women, who feel the need to glare at me. What are you looking at? They do this hard stare while contorting their face into something awful like I just flushed their Xanax down the toilet. There are plenty of colorful products on the shelves that demand your attention instead. So my kid is gnawing on an avocado through the plastic produce bag; that doesn’t give you the right to throw around the stink eye like that. You should be happy that she’s into heart healthy foods.

Even this chicken has manners.

Even this chicken has manners.

But what really gets my goat is when someone responds to my “pardon me” with a “YOU’RE FINE.” Oh, I’m fine? I’m FINE? It’s your ugly face that’s been breathing all over the box of GoGurt I’ve been standing here for ten minutes waiting to retrieve and I’m fine. You might as well stomp on my foot and throw sand in my eyes. I hate you.

Tact is an antiquated notion these days. Manners are out the damn window. I’ve observed that there seems to be a direct relationship between people who feel that they can say whatever they want to whomever and the belief that pajamas are acceptable out-of-the-house apparel. It’s shocking. I’ll show you the pie chart. There’s a saying now, “I’m just doin’ me.” All the cool kids are using it. I’d love to tell those people to go do themselves. Hard. But I have manners. So let me get this straight, if we’re just “doin’ ourselves” then it is perfectly acceptable for me to tell you that you smell like scrambled eggs and you can’t spell. My advice: 1) a little tact goes a long way 2)the golden rule blah blah blah and 3) stop talking and spring for a pair of Wranglers, for the love of God. I can see your saggy underpants through your pajama bottoms. At 2:30pm.

And a quick tangent: since the typed word is our prevalent form of communication these days, it is so sad that nobody can fucking spell. People, the computer or smartphone or whatever you type on TELLS you that your words are spelled wrong; sometimes it will even correct it for you. Couldn’t be any easier. Doesn’t even require you to crack a dictionary. The red squiggly line under 78% of what you just typed isn’t an angry underline. It’s not conveying your fury to the rest of the morons on that comment thread. It’s telling you that you are dumb. Put down your iPhone and pick up some flashcards.

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7 thoughts on “Tact is a four letter word

      • Manners and polite society is sadly lost in america. Go to Japan they know manners! It sucks that manners are so bad when you actually do pull someone aside to politely point it out you become the asshole and hence are silenced. I however say “you are fine” to peoples excuses I never thought that was rude. Anyway ill tempered mutant sea bass equals modern social interactions

  1. I think you’d be better off using a scatter chart rather than a pie chart to display the correlation of “people who wear pajama bottoms” to “people who say whatever the fuck they want”

  2. I say that all the time… “you’re fine”. As is, feel free to cut in front of me, reach over my line of sight, push your drooling child between me and the items I am pondering. Its ok, if it breaks my train of thought, ruins my calorie count, resets the internal calculator being used to determine the best value, its ok. I’ll start over after you and your avocado gnawing child have rolled on past me. I guess ill never say that again. there Becky, you have impacted my life. lol

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