You know, I am such a stickler for old fashioned courtesy. It's one of my things. I hate it when cars drive by bumping their bass (especially after I've put Roo down for a nap). I'm the first to call the cops when my neighbors have a loud party that goes on into the wee mornings. I'm beyond annoyed when someone stands next to me in line and has a loud phone conversation on their cell. I just think it's rude. I do my best to keep my noise (or, more often, my children's noise) out of other people's space, and I expect the same courtesy back. I'm like a cranky little old lady that way, waving my cane and yelling at all the young whippersnappers to pipe down, already!
I'm aware that this makes me about 85 years old.
So this last week, Mr. C and I were sounding just like a couple of old farts and talking about people who camp nowadays don't seem to know common courtesy rules. On our first night in camp, this loud little family pulled in and spent half the night dragging their cooler around and shouting to each other across the campsite. To top it off, the mother had a voice like Shari Lewis (you know- Lambchop?) and she kept asking her toddler over and over and over if she was sure she didn't have to go potty? I was ready to march over there and offer that woman the Meaniemom course on courtesy, but Mr. C stopped me. (This was just as well, as the last time I got up in someone's grill about their lack of courtesy, I ended up throwing a jar of salsa all over a drunk teenager at 2 in the morning.)
That's a story for another post.
So anyway. That family left the next morning, and that afternoon we got a nice quiet couple of guys. They were camping with their brother and his wife and kids, who were across the road. We exchanged nods and smiles, but that was about the extent of it.
Then, on the day we were leaving, I noticed this note tucked under the wiper on our windshield.
These guys? They get an A+++ on the Courtesy Course. Wish there were more out there like them.
You all have a good night!
I think I we need to hear about the drunk dunked in salsa at 2am... haha.
ReplyDeleteWow....you guys must have been amazing neighbors! Uhhh.....just so you know, you might want to avoid camping next to my family....I'm pretty sure we would receive a D- on the Courtesy Course. I blame the little guy.
ReplyDeleteNo thanks. I don't need to relive that beach camping story.
ReplyDeleteRight there with ya on the courtesy!! I turn into a Mama Bear when you mess with my kids sleeping!!
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