Is it so hard to be pleasant? Or to at least put a little effort into being nice to people? It must be, because this year I've been working in the food service industry I've meet some of the most unpleasant people (and good ones, but I'll get to that later). However, this blog is not totally about me. My mother just told me about something that happened to my brother at the grocery store he works in, and it has made me SO mad I just had to write about it.
My brother is a bagger at a grocery store in Richmond. He is also in a band that is doing very well in Richmond and surrounding areas. He has an awesome girlfriend, great friends and has an overall good life in Richmond. He is two years younger than me, but knows more about the real world than I do. And to top of it all off, he is a good person. Seriously, he's one of the nicest boys you'll ever meet. But I guess being a nice person does not get you very far.
The other day this grumpy old man who my brother deals with all the time gave him a lot of crap for no reason. He called him a little shit and told him he is not going anywhere with his life just because he works at a grocery store. Why do people have to suck so much? Why does this guy think he has any right to talk to my brother this way, who has never been anything but helpful? No one has the right to talk to someone that way, no matter who they are in the world, how old they are or what they look like. It blows my mind that someone can be such an unprovoked ass. I don't care if he was having a bad day or even a bad year, there is no excuse. If you are having a bad day, just keep your mouth shut. Don't say anything. Don't take out your frustrations with your own life out on the people around you. There is no reason to bring someone down just because you are, especially someone as cool as my brother.
This sort of treatment has happened to me where I work, but not to this extreme. I just get picked on for not looking old enough to pour beer, for not liking beer, for not speaking German and sometimes for just being a girl. All these things I can deal with; I just laugh at their jokes and move on. I overheard a father telling his two small children that the state of West Virginia is full of rednecks and inbreeds once and had to really restrain myself from going over to him and giving him a piece of my mind. I ask again, why do so many people suck?
However, I do not condemn the entire human race. Obviously. As many mean people as I encounter on a daily biases, there are at least three super cool people to take their place and make my day. John (or the $2 bill guy as I called him before I learned his name) actually bought me a travel book about London when he found out I was going to England next year. I recently meet (or got to know) a guy who has given me really solid comments on some of my writing. One guy comes in every now and we talk about what books we are reading. I can't even count the number of friendly regulars that I've meet this year I've worked at this restaurant. The good outnumber the bad.
So the next time you think of mistreating someone you feel is under you, just don't do it. No one is under anyone. Just because someone pours beer for a living does not mean you can whistle and clap to get their attention and then call them 'hey you.' Just because someone has tattoos you may not agree with does not mean you can question their life choices and verbally abuse them. NEVER judge a person on the way they look or how they dress. Everyone is allowed to have their own opinions, but just do me one tiny, not-gonna-hurt-you-a-bit favor.
Ps. I realize I'm preaching to the choir here; all my blog followers are stand up people. It's all the people who won't read this blog who probably should.