When I was a child, my mother made us get cleaned up and into clean clothes to go take the trash out! Well, maybe it was not quite that extreme, but it certainly felt like it at times! Seriously, we were never allowed to go to the grocery store, bank, or anywhere "PUBLIC" without having cleaned up.
Did a generation of moms forget to teach their children something???
Today at the bank, I saw:
1. Four people who had been cleaning their barns. You could tell by the manure and straw that they tracked through the teller area.
2. Multiple people who make their living doing construction. Dust, concrete flakes, wood shavings, and drywall compound had to be cleaned off of my counter several times today.
3. Three "good ole boys" who had been mud running through the river/creek/some deep muddy place with their windows down. Mud smears and clumps were cleaned up after they left.
AND I have no aversion to honest hardworking people sweating, however, if I had been working so hard that I had experienced anti-perspirant failure, I would CERTAINLY be very careful how I moved my arms in public. I had a customer who propped his big hairy arms on the top of my window and proceeded to fan himself exclaiming about how he probably needed to get a stronger deodorant. I couldn't even tell he had used one at any time this month!!!
Seriously, am I missing something somewhere??? Is there some unwritten rule that says you have the right to impose your filthy dirty clothes and body on the general public??
3 comments:
My mother made us look our best whenever we went somewhere too. I thought I did a good job raising my kids like that too until one morning when I was at a bank doing work-related banking I got a tap on my shoulder. It was my 22 year old son and he looked like he just rolled out of bed, which he did. I was horrified! I guess times have changed.
Sis Hines~
Okay now that is funny. I don't who you are...hee hee
I know just what you are talking about, Theresa! I experienced the same kinds of things when working at the library. The worst was one morning when the pre-school children's storytime had just let out. There was a man in the library who was perusing the juvenile fiction. He had on a filthy t-shirt and sweatpants. His "belly" hung out from under his t-shirt and the sweatpants were so low in the back that you could see another body part that shouldn't have been visible. We mentioned it to our director but he said that he couldn't say anything because it would be...oh, I can't remember exactly what his lame excuse was....something like it would have been an invasion of his privacy or something or that we were a public tax-payer subsidized facility.....whatever! That sort of thing, in my opinion, just shouldn't be allowed to go on! Grrrrrrrrr! Especially around little children!
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