Showing posts with label Manners. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Manners. Show all posts

Courtesy Lives

 
Dear friends,
Being a spinster has advantages, like the time to observe how incredibly rude and remarkably kind we can be to each other.  I sit comfortably alone at bars and in coffee shops, and while others talk and scroll through screens, I mourn our all-too-common inhumanity and celebrate the rare courtesies amidst the muck.
 

For example, in one hour in a café, I observed nearly everyone open the door solely for himself, greet no one in line, text while ordering, leave milk dribbles on the counter, and hoard tables with bags and computers while lost in headphones.  An elderly couple sat in a corner holding hands having needed each other’s help to move from counter to table.  They had a large shopping bag at their feet and seemed bemused by everyone sitting or standing engrossed in their own worlds.



Disgusted by all this, I went to the counter for a refill to go.  Grimacing and ready to flee, I ordered and reached for my purse when a man behind me signaled the barista with his card and said, “Hers is on me.”  Before I could refuse, he had paid for my drink and handed it to me.  I winced and thought, “Ugh, please don’t hit on me.  I am not in the mood.”  After all the rudeness I had observed, I was too jaded to believe someone would be nice.  But he handed me the drink, wished me a good day with a smile, and left.  His kindness had required nothing, and I was shaken and ashamed that my first response had been selfish and negative. 

Human that I am, my first thoughts each day are for myself: “What’s for breakfast?  Do I need to pee badly enough to get out of bed?  Do I have to wear a suit today?”  The first two are selfish, but the third is less so.  I am an attorney, and court appearances require formal attire.  When I contort myself into tights (who can eat in these things???), a pencil skirt, and heels, and when I arrive on time and treat everyone from the judge to the file clerk with respect, I project to others that I care.  That is the core of courtesy.  I care about you, I care about me, I care about what I do today. 

As individuals, we are, naturally, our first priority.  But, choosing to think of others first is thinking of ourselves, too.  I have been dead tired, standing on a bus on a hot summer day longing for a seat only to surrender it to an ungrateful, entitled old lady.  My courtesy meant little to her; she expects it.  But I don’t.  Common kindness has nearly gasped its last in our society, so it brings me joy to resuscitate it, and when I receive it from others, I can hardly believe my luck.  Treating others with respect is how I, in turn, respect myself.

After the gentleman at the café waved goodbye, I bought the coffee for the lady in line behind me.  She seemed too surprised to say anything and looked around like I had performed a small miracle.  I collected my things with a smile and walked out.  Before I reached my car, I turned and saw her through the café window.  She had set aside her drink to grab the door for the old couple with the big shopping bag that had been sitting together in the corner.  They held hands tightly so as not to fall, and the lady for whom I had bought the coffee carried their bag to their car.  They smiled, thanked her, and drove away.  As she walked back into the café, she saw me watching and waved with a grin.  I waved back.
We went about our days after that, the kind gentleman, the old couple, the nice lady, and me.  I cannot speak for the others, but my common cares seemed lightened by those uncommon kindnesses.  Courtesy had cost me a cup of coffee but had given me invaluable results.  I could feel it breathing again and sighing with relief. 

Most of us care about good manners but have forgotten to practice them.  It does not mean we are selfish or bad.  We are just struggling to create the kind of atmosphere in which happiness breathes.  Thankfully, our habits can be changed in many small, easy ways.  See if you already follow these common courtesies:

·       Make your bed.  Watch U.S. Admiral William McRaven’s commencement speech about how learning to do the little things right helps you accomplish the big things, like becoming a Navy Seal. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3sK3wJAxGfs

·       Greet people.  Don’t walk by with a grimace or weak smile.  That person is just as important as you are even if she’s miserable and she sucks.  You never know; maybe she was waiting for you to reach out.  Or maybe she just sucks.  Be nice anyway.

·       Only ask “How are you?” if you care.  Don’t just say it and walk away.  Look the person in the eye, and wait for a response.  You may be surprised how much people appreciate this.  If you don’t care how they are, “Hello” with a smile will do.

·       Open doors and give up seats for the elderly, pregnant, and obviously stressed out.  These people are on the struggle bus, so help them off it.  Make the offer twice.  The first time, they may refuse out of politeness.  Offer once more.  If they still refuse, smile and move on.  There is no gendered rule about this.  I open doors for men, and they open doors for me.  Who cares.

·       Please, Thank You, Excuse Me, You’re Welcome.  It’s the little courtesies that make the big impression.  Do this for everyone—your mom, the toll-booth guy, the waitress, your coworkers, etc.  Your courtesy will be remembered.

·       Leave a tip.  Unless the service was awful, tip your waiter at least 15%.  Waiting tables is hard work, and the waiters often receive less than minimum wage and must share tips with the kitchen staff.  If you don’t follow this advice, I suggest you inspect your soup before eating it.

·       Bring the host a gift.  If someone invites you to a party,

o   (1) ask if you can bring something (salad, dessert, wine?),

o   (2) arrive on time and dressed nicely,

o   (3) ask if you should leave your shoes on or take them off,

o   (4) offer to help the host serve or clean up,

o   (5) leave the bathroom tidy (I shouldn’t have to say this.),

o   (6) say “thank you” before leaving and compliment the host on the party.


·       When you receive a gift, send a thank you.  Too often, I have brought a gift to a party and not received a thank-you note/email/text.  This is not an old-fashioned courtesy.  It’s gratitude and likely to bring future gifts.

·       Shovel your elderly neighbor’s driveway. Unless you want the excitement of seeing them lying on the snowy driveway because of a heart attack, calling 911, and explaining to their grieving families why they were shoveling snow while you were next door, just get out there and do it.  If you, dear reader, are one of the elderly, it’s not that you can’t do it, it’s just that we prefer you don’t.    

·       Be on time.  This means being no more than ten minutes early or ten minutes late.  If you cannot be on time, call.  We all have things to do, so please do not make people wait or wonder.

·       Slob not.  Looking nice, keeping your desk, car, house, apartment, or yard clean shows others you care about what they have to look at and care about yourself.  What you do in private is up to you.

·       If others are discourteous, forgive and be kind anyway.  But don’t forget.  How others treat you is a clue to how they think of you.  If they cannot be bothered to be courteous, they may not treat themselves well either.  That should arouse your compassion, but it does not mean you must trust or move mountains for them.  Perhaps they will realize that when they are kinder to you it reaps better results for them.

I would love to hear your stories about common and uncommon courtesy.  Please share in the comments below.

Cheers,

Super Spinster

Valentine’s Day Dates—Table for One, Please

Dear friends, 
Of the nearly thirty Valentine’s Days of my life, I have spent only two with a romantic partner.  One in college and one in England and neither were, well, all that great.

My first “romantic” V-Day was with my college boyfriend, Ben.  We (he) went kite sailing in a snowy field while I froze.  We (he) played with his homemade wine-making contraption in his basement, then we (he) made dinner, and we watched Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman romance each other in Casablanca.  Our date could not compete.   

A couple of weeks later, I learned that the University of Oxford had accepted me into their Master of Studies Program in English Literature.  Elated by this news, I called Ben right away.  Ben, not elated that I would be going away, broke up with me.  Thus ended that relationship, and I went to Oxford to live my dreams.

My second Valentine’s Day was in Oxford with my then-boyfriend… Ben.  (I had a problem with Bens for a while).  Ben was English, older, clever, and mysterious.  For Valentine’s Day, I went to an academic lecture alone, then he picked me up on his bike.  He brought flowers, which was nice, but then we returned to his house where we (he) cooked and we did . . . absolutely nothing.  I can hardly remember the day because I sensed he was not happy.  I was right.  A few days later, he broke up with me only after giving me his strep throat virus.  Thus ended that relationship, which I contemplated alone, on my back, in a foreign country.


Thankfully, I recovered and had a lovely relationship with an Australian mathematician named James, a story I will relate another time.  

Since those two Valentine’s Days, I have been mostly single on February 14.  Some years, I go out with friends for Galentine’s Day; others I spend at home.  The sadness and loneliness that should drive me into the chocolate box never does.  Maybe because those other Valentine’s Days were so poor I never regret not having a date for the day.  Rather, I celebrate all of the other people in my life.   

On V day, I dress in red or pink.  I bring candy and goodies to my classmates or colleagues.  I mail valentines to my friends and family.  I cook pasta, drink wine, and watch Pride & Prejudice or The Holiday, and I don’t cry or moan.  When the time is right, I will find my forever date who will treat me far better than those“has BENs” of before. 

Meanwhile, I am, and you are, dear Readers, too important to be messed with, cheated on, or lied to for the sake of a Valentine’s Day date.  Think about the “Bens” in your life, Bens like mine, and think about how you can rid yourself of them.*  You have BEN there and DONE that.  Your love is too valuable to waste.

If you find yourself alone on Valentine’s Day, and if it saddens you, start planning your date for one.  How you treat yourself is a model for how others should treat you.  Dress nicely for Valentine’s Day; a stylish outfit will portray confidence and self-respect, a perception that may wear off on you, too.  Buy yourself candy or flowers.  Make yourself the perfect lasagna.  Drink that bottle of wine.  Watch your favorite movie.  Dress up and go to a show or a game.  Do your favorite hobby or sport.  Spend the day taking care of yourself.  Don’t spiral into narcissism, but remind yourself that you are important and deserve love.

If self-care isn’t enough, try caring for those already in your life.  When I am sad or frightened or angry, helping others shakes me out of my pity party.  For example, my friend and mentor at work recently went into the hospital for pneumonia, and I was left with her work load.  She has over thirty years of experience at her job.  I have only one.  I was terrified for her, terrified for my clients, and terrified for myself.  I was at home on the weekend receiving calls and texts of bad news, and I didn’t know WHAT to do! So I baked.  And baked.  And baked.  I stress baked into an exhausted state of calm and shared the goodies with my work mates.  In doing so, some of the fear lifted, and my workmates were more inclined to help me because they were high on sugar.**  It seems love can be found in pumpkin spice bread and dark chocolate brownies.

Fear or sadness may eke their way into your Valentine’s Day, but you can overcome them.  Let this day not be about having a romantic partner; insist that it be about love, love for yourself and love for others.  Make this day memorable for the kindness and generosity you spread.  Whether you reserve a table for one at your favorite restaurant and enjoy the pleasure of your own company, share the day with your mom or your dog or your friends, or hang with your romantic partner, Valentine’s Day is yours to design.  Make it about the love that’s already in your life, and see what you can do to make it grow.

Love,
The Super Spinster

*I have a cousin named “Ben” who is a lovely man and treats his girlfriend well.  I wouldn’t rid myself of him for anything.

**My friend and mentor has recovered (thank God!), and I have stopped baking and gaining weight.

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