Hyperactive gastric juices wait for no man!
I think I’ve written about this before, but it still happens all the time so it warrants further mentioning. I hate waiting. It used to frustrate me to bits when I was still dependant on public transport and had to wait for the bus on its neurotic schedules. I get annoyed when I’m stuck in a jam waiting for the car to move two inches forward. I don’t like waiting for the lift, heck I even get annoyed waiting for the kettle to boil. I don’t proclaim to be punctual all the time, but I try my level best, and the fact that I seem to wait for people more then people wait for me I guess shows that I have some sense to what I’m saying. Mmm?
Over the weekend my family and I waited an hour plus for relatives to arrive for dinner. I love these relatives to bits; they’re some of the better ones, the ones who just do no wrong. Except when I’m on an empty stomach and have an aching arse from my dinner being massively delayed. Actually the aching arse was due to extremely uncomfortable chairs. But what ticked me off more that night was the way my dad responded to when I suggested we start dinner with the people who were at the table first, not finish dinner without the much expected guest – but just start. My dad just exploded. He raised his voice and told me off for being disrespectful and for thinking of being so rude to my elders, for even having the audacity to suggest such a thing maybe I shouldn’t join further family dinners.
Yikes, take a chill pill pop.
I reiterate I love those relatives we were waiting for endlessly. But an hour and half? I was so embarrassed and angry at how my dad treated my suggestion (in front of everybody may I add) I just shut up and sat there with the blackest face yet. I don’t know maybe it’s just me, but I think respecting other people’s time is not age sensitive. And when I have children I will teach them just that. To always respect the other people in your company’s time. Never have people wait for you and if you have to, call. Most of all, I would never scream at and oppress their views the way my dad did. I’d rather nurture them to be capable of sharing, voicing and defending their opinions then having them keep their feelings inside – be it anger or disappointment or frustration. Especially when they are opinions that make sense. Hmph!
Over the weekend my family and I waited an hour plus for relatives to arrive for dinner. I love these relatives to bits; they’re some of the better ones, the ones who just do no wrong. Except when I’m on an empty stomach and have an aching arse from my dinner being massively delayed. Actually the aching arse was due to extremely uncomfortable chairs. But what ticked me off more that night was the way my dad responded to when I suggested we start dinner with the people who were at the table first, not finish dinner without the much expected guest – but just start. My dad just exploded. He raised his voice and told me off for being disrespectful and for thinking of being so rude to my elders, for even having the audacity to suggest such a thing maybe I shouldn’t join further family dinners.
Yikes, take a chill pill pop.
I reiterate I love those relatives we were waiting for endlessly. But an hour and half? I was so embarrassed and angry at how my dad treated my suggestion (in front of everybody may I add) I just shut up and sat there with the blackest face yet. I don’t know maybe it’s just me, but I think respecting other people’s time is not age sensitive. And when I have children I will teach them just that. To always respect the other people in your company’s time. Never have people wait for you and if you have to, call. Most of all, I would never scream at and oppress their views the way my dad did. I’d rather nurture them to be capable of sharing, voicing and defending their opinions then having them keep their feelings inside – be it anger or disappointment or frustration. Especially when they are opinions that make sense. Hmph!
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