NESBIT: Post-pandemic manners .... get some
I am beginning to think now that as we are finishing the pandemic, we need finishing school.
We were locked up alone too long, slopping around in jammy pants, scratching without regard to audience and tossing tissues on the floor. We have lost our public manners.
My friend, who has returned to hiking, reports that trails are littered with feces and toilet paper. Good grief people, the first thing any self-respecting Oregonian learns is how to poop properly in the woods.
Who are these yahoos? Get a hiking book. Learn some manners. Go off trail. Dig a hole. Or carry a sealed bag or a can with a lid and haul it out like mountaineers do.
If there was true justice against bad woods poopers, we could get your DNA, then sentence you to two weeks on the trails on poop duty.
What's with these people on airplanes going ballistic and having to be wrestled to the floor by bulky fellow passengers who tape them to their seats? We should be so happy to go again that we put up with the minor inconvenience of a mask, be it a polite request or a blunt order.
The image of what looked to be a perfectly normal woman duct-taped to her airplane seat is horrifying. What if flight attendants run out of duct tape?
What happened to the joy of getting to go someplace at last, no matter if the plane ride is uncomfortable, because you will soon be there?
So you land in Maui and the spirit of aloha encompasses you. Apparently that isn't working well either, because since Maui reopened the aloha spirit is sorely taxed.
Once there, tourists are cranky, demanding and irritated, even in paradise. They want to make up for lost pleasures right now.
Anyone who has ever lived in the islands knows that right now is impossible. Getting back to the business of making people happy with sand and rum and soft breezes takes time.
Parking lots are jammed, though it is hard to get a rental car. People are angry because of systems that control entry into parks and require reservations. (We are doing the same thing at Multnomah Falls.)
Even high-end restaurants where no voice is pitched higher than the strum of a slack-key guitar, are finding they need muscle at the front of the house to deal with cranky customers.
And last week, closer to home, drunken yahoos started a fight at Edgefield, a notoriously laid back place safe for women and children. Police were summoned. One officer was knocked out. I hope there is a medal for that.
Were our manners extracted during the pandemic? Did we sit around in our shorts for a year and scratch and forget how to behave in public?
Do we need to issue citations for being rude? The penalty should be to go to the woods for poop patrol.
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