Punk kids make me crazy!

Part III in our occasional "wow, that's unprofessional" series.  For parts I and II (which were much funnier and less simply annoying) see "Rebecca Rolls her Eyes" and "Umm...I didn't need to see that."


To really appreciate this you have to know that I am unfailingly polite.  To a fault.  To the point where I get myself walked all over sometimes.   I will "please" and "thank you" to death.  I will go far out of my way to make your way easier or at least cause as little annoyance as I possibly can.  It's a matter of respect.  And, really?  I can't help myself.  It was how I was raised.  My mother is the most polite, kind person you have ever met.  I have never heard of anyone who doesn't absolutely love her.  And tell me about it all the time.  (Kind of hard to live up to, actually.)

On the few occasions when I lose it (and by "lose it," I usually mean sound slightly angry at someone...) I hate myself.  I can't stop thinking about it.  I wake up in a panic about it at night.  Years go by and I still remember how horrible I was. 


Because of this, my biggest pet peeve is rudeness.  Disrespectful?  Constantly late for no reason?  Don't get me started.  Vandalism?  My blood boils.  Being a punk kid?  ARRRRRGGGGHHHH!

So, yesterday my DH and I went out to lunch at a fast food restaurant.  The parking lot was crowded and my DH started turning into one of only two spots that were open.  It happened to be in between two vans from a local water damage cleaning business (we've had a lot of flooding recently).  There was a kid -- late teens, early 20s (yes, I've hit the age where anyone under 25 is a "kid") standing in the spot chatting with the girl in one of the vans.  He was wearing the uniform for the company.  We smiled at him expecting him to step out of the space and let us park.  He grinned back, looked like he would move for a second and then thought better of it and said "No" chuckled and put his hands on his hips.  We looked at him again and performed the universal motion for "get out the spot, please, and let me park"  (waving your hands to the side...)  He laughed and said "too bad!"


We finally had to back up (into a line of traffic) and drive to the next parking lot over to park. 

(And, before you ask, no, he wasn't saving the space.  He came into the restaurant about 10 minutes later and, by the time we left, there still wasn't anyone parked in that space.)

Oh, it was just so funny.  What a funny joke.  OMG, I can't stop laughing.  Wow, rudeness is JUST so funny.  It is SO hard to just step out of the space for 30 seconds, let us park and then go back to chatting up the girl.  It is SO much funnier to just inconvenience random people for no reason.  Ha ha.

You know what IS actually funny?  How stupid are you that you don't realize that you are wearing the uniform of the company you work for and standing next to a van with a customized license plate for your company  and a PHONE NUMBER for your company.

My DH called them after lunch.  They were less than pleased with him. 

Did we overreact?  Why, yes we did!  But, I really don't care.  Rudeness for sake of being rude really infuriates me.

If we need water-damage cleaning?  We might think twice about which of the two companies in town to choose.