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27 June 2011

Inconsideration (pet-peeve) - pt.1

9:37 AM Posted by steve flores , , No comments
“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”
-Matthew 7:12

A recent event sparked this blog post.  As the sliding glass door opened, I walked into a hospital and nearly escaped being pinned between a burly man and a door frame.  I expected to walk on the right side as the door opened, but I was instantly crowded out by a couple who insisted on walking out side-by-side.  This door was not made for a couple to walk side-by-side, in or out, through it while allowing any others to pass without incident.  My right shoulder brushed against the door frame and my left shoulder uncomfortably exchanged fabric for skin cells from the gentleman’s left arm. 

I don’t have many pet-peeves.  Actually, I can’t think of any, except for inconsideration.  I’m a nothing-really-bothers-me type of guy, except for when it comes to inconsideration.  This cuts deep into my heart and it frustrates me to the point of having to “pray through”.  Inconsideration, my definition, is lacking the awareness of or failing to acknowledge that other people exist in the world other than one’s self.

Because I have a blog, I will take the liberty to express a few inconsiderate things I’ve witnessed over the years.  It's going to be a series.  I hope you find it entertaining, educational, and cathartic.  Cathartic?  Yes, because I would like you to experience the burden being lifted through confession of your pet-peeve, also.  Please, do not mention any names.  Let the healing begin.

Not saying, “thank you,” when a door has been opened for you.
This is a courtesy.  Although, it makes you feel like royalty when a door is opened for you, not saying, “thank you,” makes me want to let go of it while you are still walking through it.  And, I don’t even know where I heard this, but it is the only thing I hear in my head, “Don’t let the door hit ya, where the good Lord split ya!”

Not taking the door from me, when I open the door for you and your lady and your family. 
Inevitably, when I get stuck holding the door open that means my family or my group is ahead of me.  Gentlemen, when someone opens a door for you and you’re on a date with that special loved one, take the door from that person.  If I’m not wearing a uniform of the establishment in which you are entering, then I’m not supposed to be the host welcoming you.   

Walking to the front of a line, because “I’m in a hurry,” while the rest of the world waits in it. 
I was waiting at the Post Office to send Mother’s Day gifts when I witnessed this inconsideration.  A woman bursts through the doors, huffing and puffing at the size of the line, definitely making her presence and immediacy known.  After 3 minutes of waiting in line, she breaks line etiquette and makes her way to the front, “I’m sorry.  I’m in a rush and I need to get to work.”  She must have thought we were professional people who get paid to stand in lines, because it’s not like we had anything else to do or anywhere else to go, but wait in that line.  If you feel the urge to jump the line, because you’re in a hurry, just walk out of the store and do what you need to do another day, when you have time.  Don’t make those of us, who allotted time to do that task, late while we wait for you who didn’t. 

As a road, or highway, narrows, drivers who speed quickly to move to the front of the line. 
I give more grace to the drivers who do this with out-of-state license plates, “They didn’t know.”  But, the moment I see a sign that indicates, the road narrows and I see a line forming, I move on over.  Why not?  The sign instructs me the lane narrows and others have already shown the way.  Then, there is the guy (or girl) who uses this as an opportunity to zoom past every car who obeys the signs.  For them it may seem like living on the edge, for me it’s just inconsiderate.  Because of their little maneuver, it makes the line I’m in longer and more congested.  Now, I’m expected to move over and allow this inconsiderate person in.  If it was possible to give this person a flat tire remotely, I would.  I’d love for them to pass me up, then I’d push a button, their tire would flatten just as they cleared the long line, and then I’d pass them up and wave.  I’d probably say something like, “Jesus loves you,” out of the window.

When I decide to pass up someone in the fast lane
I’m not a fast driver.  I normally don’t speed.  I used to in high school and college, but not anymore.  I’m usually by the book or about five miles over the speed limit.  So, when I’m in the fast lane, closely approaching a vehicle driving slower than the term “fast” lane indicates, I turn my blinker on and attempt to pass.  Little did I know the sight of my blinker and my car changing lanes was the “POW! of a starter pistol in the mind of the slower driver in the fast lane.  A simple lane change turned into a NASCAR race.  Apparently, for the slower driver, the thought of being passed while driving in a fast lane sends a signal to the foot that says, “Get heavy!  This is not happening today.”  I don’t get it.  If you have been passed up two or three times, it might be a sign to get out of the fast lane.

Walkers, or runners, side-by-side taking up half the lane on a street. 
If this were a registered race or marathon, then the road would be closed off and you would be free to roam and fancy your little walking/runner’s heart desire, but it’s not.  Vehicles that are powered with gas, weighing tons, carrying passengers, pass with regularity upon the asphalt in which they were designed for.  If it’s not a marathon day and you see a vehicle approaching, please file in a line.  I have no problem with you walking/running in the street, but give priority to the machinery in which the roads were made for.  It always scares me to cross the yellow-dotted line, into oncoming traffic, especially on curves early in the morning.  This could easily be avoided, with consideration by filing in a line or using sidewalks, when available. 

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