Whimsy.
Way, way back; when the earth was soft and the skies were misty; we kids were taught lessons – enforced when necessary, which ‘kept the peace’ and anger levels down to a dull roar. On the bus for instance – always give up your seat to anyone ‘ancient’ or infirm. Move aside for someone carrying something, hold the door open for a lady, and etc. Common everyday courtesies – good manners and so on. ‘We’ all favoured ex RAF haversacks – to lug books and stuff around - cheap as chips from the Army Navy store, which you decorated with a felt pen – or not – as you chose. Later – climbing, as part of the DoE medal we all carried ‘rucksacks’ the old type with frames. We carried all – ALL – the equipment and gear we needed to complete the climb – the lot. We often travelled by bus and train – i.e. public transport into the wilds – across continents to reach the climb camp. I can honestly say that I and my mates would have been appalled to actually bump someone with a ‘pack’ – we would also be last to board and have our fare ready – so as not to hold up proceedings. Common courtesy and sense. I would not, ordinarily, discuss a bus ride I took recently into the city; I was dismayed by the lack of simple common courtesy I saw. Point old fool they bellow; so I will. Duck ‘em.
It is a little abstract – but, if I had to ‘evacuate’ that bus in hurry – I reckon there would be a significant percentage who did not get out in time – simply for a lack of what used to be common courtesy and sense. I got a cab back to the pub afterwards – no way known I’d ever travel on the bus again. For example – the one fellah, obese, youngish fellah who had one seat for his gear the rest for him, sat and ate fried chicken stinking out the cabin, while passengers close could hardly breathe for the stench; or not throw up for watching the greasy fingers tapping away at the I-phone messages.
It’s not so bad inboard an aircraft – but with the attitudes I saw displayed that day – it’s small wonder anyone could survive a crash – without pausing to take a ‘selfie’ and posting it before hitting the slide – with the back-pack on.
Serious question: what are these creatures and what have they done with human kind?
“Yes Charlie, I’m showing my age, I expect old folk have been shaking their heads about the younger generation since the cave – however: not to worry – I’ll have two of the usual, the lad is due and the IOS is waiting – Cheers.
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Way, way back; when the earth was soft and the skies were misty; we kids were taught lessons – enforced when necessary, which ‘kept the peace’ and anger levels down to a dull roar. On the bus for instance – always give up your seat to anyone ‘ancient’ or infirm. Move aside for someone carrying something, hold the door open for a lady, and etc. Common everyday courtesies – good manners and so on. ‘We’ all favoured ex RAF haversacks – to lug books and stuff around - cheap as chips from the Army Navy store, which you decorated with a felt pen – or not – as you chose. Later – climbing, as part of the DoE medal we all carried ‘rucksacks’ the old type with frames. We carried all – ALL – the equipment and gear we needed to complete the climb – the lot. We often travelled by bus and train – i.e. public transport into the wilds – across continents to reach the climb camp. I can honestly say that I and my mates would have been appalled to actually bump someone with a ‘pack’ – we would also be last to board and have our fare ready – so as not to hold up proceedings. Common courtesy and sense. I would not, ordinarily, discuss a bus ride I took recently into the city; I was dismayed by the lack of simple common courtesy I saw. Point old fool they bellow; so I will. Duck ‘em.
It is a little abstract – but, if I had to ‘evacuate’ that bus in hurry – I reckon there would be a significant percentage who did not get out in time – simply for a lack of what used to be common courtesy and sense. I got a cab back to the pub afterwards – no way known I’d ever travel on the bus again. For example – the one fellah, obese, youngish fellah who had one seat for his gear the rest for him, sat and ate fried chicken stinking out the cabin, while passengers close could hardly breathe for the stench; or not throw up for watching the greasy fingers tapping away at the I-phone messages.
It’s not so bad inboard an aircraft – but with the attitudes I saw displayed that day – it’s small wonder anyone could survive a crash – without pausing to take a ‘selfie’ and posting it before hitting the slide – with the back-pack on.
Serious question: what are these creatures and what have they done with human kind?
“Yes Charlie, I’m showing my age, I expect old folk have been shaking their heads about the younger generation since the cave – however: not to worry – I’ll have two of the usual, the lad is due and the IOS is waiting – Cheers.