Some recent events in my life have spurred today's entry. I want to know what has happened to people having a sense of propiety and decorum? You know what I mean, politeness, knowing what is and is not appropriate to say or do in public.
This morning, I was out running errands and driving down the main street in our community, which also happens to be a state highway and has lots of traffic. I noticed the car in front of me had this decal message on its back window: "9 out of 10 voices in my head tell me I'd f**k that." Say what? What kind of crap is that to put out in public display? We used to say, do you talk that way in front of your mother? Sadly, they probably do.
My daughter works in child care and every day she comes home with stories about the profanity that comes out of the mouths of the children in her preschool class. These are three-and-four-year olds. I didn't know those words they're saying when I was that age and when my kids were that age and I happened to hear them saying something like that, I'd brush their teeth with soap. But apparently, the employees at the child care have had dealings with the mothers of these children and their language is no better. They talk like gutter trash. So you can see where they're learning it from.
My husband and I were in the grocery store a few days ago and right in the middle of the meat department is a woman having a heated argument on her cell phone. And I mean, it was LOUD. She was pretty much screaming into the phone, and it was, there again, "f**k this" and "f**k that" and you could hear her clear across the store. Mind you, this is a LARGE supermarket with high, warehouse-type ceilings.
Oh, and how about the habit people have of wearing their pajamas everywhere these days? Yeah, maybe pajamas aren't necessarily immodest, but they are tacky and it makes you wonder if these people actually wear pajamas to bed. One young woman was wearing her pj's and was also snuffling and coughing like she had a cold. Well, if she was that sick that she couldn't be bothered to get dressed, maybe she should have stayed home. I'm not OCD or a total germaphobe, but I did get out an antibacterial wipe and wipe the buttons on the pay thing because we were in the checkout behind her and I didn't want to touch them after her germ-laden fingers touched it.
