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Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall
That's a good poll two-part poll, actually. An unnamed poster and I had this argument long ago.
1. Post any good stories you have of someone minding your business, when they should have kept their noses out of it.
2. What is it about people that makes them so fucking nosy and meddlesome?
When I argued with another poster about it long ago, I thought growing up in NYC (or any city (hi plf!)) teaches you the virtues of minding your own business. Hell, I think it's common courteousy. This other poster seemed to think that the size and nature of their family granted them the freedom to mind everyone else's business (I think, who listens?). Anyone else have theories?
Thurgreed(wow, that post got away from me)Marshall
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I agree that you've got to mind your own bees' wax. [ASIDE: In fact, yesterday, I was buying stamps at a machine, and the guy ahead of me put in a $20 bill only to realize that the Christmas stamps he wanted were sold out -- and the machine doesn't return change without a purchase. I was standing behind him and said, "Here, take my $20, I don't care about the x-mas stamps, I'll take the ones with the flags." He asked me how much I was going to spend on stamps, and my first reaction was (and I said), "What does it matter?" He was only trying to be nice, because he didn't want me to buy $2 worth of stamps and be stuck with $18 in coin change. I jokingly said, "Oh! I was gonna say -- 'Mind your own bees' wax!'" And we laughed and laughed... oh, how we laughed...]
So anyway, minding your own business is deeply ingrained in me; HOWEVER, when I see people trying to cut lines, when the civilized amongst us are waiting our turn, I feel I must say something -- and I do.
To wit: At my bus stop in the morning, it is the custom of the civilized to wait in a line along the curb. The other day, this punk-ass bitch decided she was special and didn't have to wait in the line (which was about 30 people long, at least), and she would just go straight to the front. I politely told her that there was a line, indicating to the 30 people standing patiently along the curb. She didn't move, but asked me who elected me mayor of the street. My immediate response was, of course, that as the first person in line, I was the de facto (I think that might have thrown her) representative of those standing in the line. I then said, "See, that's how we do it here in civilization." She still didn't move, but when the bus came, I blocked her from getting on, and told everyone waiting to go on ahead of me, as I was preventing the line-cutter from getting on before the people who had waited.
Someone on the bus saved me a seat -- and the punk-ass bitch was none too pleased with me, let me tell you.
