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Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Manners!


For Christmas, my parent's, err...Santa, always gets us some random gift. This year was no exception, as I was given "From Clueless to Class Act: Manners for the Modern Man." It wasn't that bad a gift - there's useful instructions about how to properly set your table or the appropriate way to act in business situations. Having some insight into hosting a party will be timely information in the future. Nonetheless, while I had my doubts - why would anyone need a book like this? Who doesn't know basic courtesy's like saying "please" and holding a door open for a woman?

Well, all of those assumptions were laid to rest this evening. My Dad invited one of his Doctor friends for dinner - we deep fried a turkey which basically involves immersing a turkey in a big tub of boiling oil for 45 minutes. My Dad's friend is an opthamologist (an eye doctor) and had his misgivings about the ocular dangers inherent with the cooking procedure. But, they were curious about the whole thing and came over, with their two sons, one a senior in high school, the other a college student at Washington University in St. Louis.

Something was amiss when they first arrived. When we offered to take their coats, one of the boys kept his own up until dinner, although we were in the house almost the whole time. And what was worse, he hardly talked to us! He walked around our house the entire time! While we were in the kitchen and the adjacent dining room talking, he was in our living room, the closets, and even went upstairs. He opened our drawers and played with whatever he felt like. He dipped one of his fingers in one of the desserts my sister was making and ate some of our chocolate that was not out on the table for eating. When we were warming up the gravy, he had the audacity to tell us that we should turn the stove down so we wouldn't burn. My mom also makes a really nice green bean casserole, that is topped with some crispy onion rings. While the casserole was cooking, he opened up the container holding the rings and ate some! He missed the rings going on the casserole in the oven, so when he went to steal some more of the rings, he looked disappointed when they were gone. Finally, during dinner, he started to pick at the turkey with his hands! And when we were having dessert, he went over to our living room, picked up this random wooden puzzle that was sitting on our shelf, and started to work on that at the table while we were having what's called a "conversation."

WHAT THE FUCK??????????

And this kid is going to college at Wash U. How can someone apparently so smart - be so fucking rude? We all saw him doing this, but my parents were too nice to tell him to stop nosing around our house. And his parents, who were really nice, did not tell him to stop being an asshole. I have no idea how this kid could be their child. I had no idea some people could be like this. I hope I never raise a kid like that.

1 comment:

Jenny said...

Ok to be honest, while I was reading about this kid, I was thinking, "hmm do I do any of those things?" I think keeping the coat on and picking at the turkey with the hands are not anything too weird. But picking at the salad while it was in the process of being made, that is gross!

I suggest sending him your new book for Christmas next year. Santa would prolly agree. :)

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Manners!


For Christmas, my parent's, err...Santa, always gets us some random gift. This year was no exception, as I was given "From Clueless to Class Act: Manners for the Modern Man." It wasn't that bad a gift - there's useful instructions about how to properly set your table or the appropriate way to act in business situations. Having some insight into hosting a party will be timely information in the future. Nonetheless, while I had my doubts - why would anyone need a book like this? Who doesn't know basic courtesy's like saying "please" and holding a door open for a woman?

Well, all of those assumptions were laid to rest this evening. My Dad invited one of his Doctor friends for dinner - we deep fried a turkey which basically involves immersing a turkey in a big tub of boiling oil for 45 minutes. My Dad's friend is an opthamologist (an eye doctor) and had his misgivings about the ocular dangers inherent with the cooking procedure. But, they were curious about the whole thing and came over, with their two sons, one a senior in high school, the other a college student at Washington University in St. Louis.

Something was amiss when they first arrived. When we offered to take their coats, one of the boys kept his own up until dinner, although we were in the house almost the whole time. And what was worse, he hardly talked to us! He walked around our house the entire time! While we were in the kitchen and the adjacent dining room talking, he was in our living room, the closets, and even went upstairs. He opened our drawers and played with whatever he felt like. He dipped one of his fingers in one of the desserts my sister was making and ate some of our chocolate that was not out on the table for eating. When we were warming up the gravy, he had the audacity to tell us that we should turn the stove down so we wouldn't burn. My mom also makes a really nice green bean casserole, that is topped with some crispy onion rings. While the casserole was cooking, he opened up the container holding the rings and ate some! He missed the rings going on the casserole in the oven, so when he went to steal some more of the rings, he looked disappointed when they were gone. Finally, during dinner, he started to pick at the turkey with his hands! And when we were having dessert, he went over to our living room, picked up this random wooden puzzle that was sitting on our shelf, and started to work on that at the table while we were having what's called a "conversation."

WHAT THE FUCK??????????

And this kid is going to college at Wash U. How can someone apparently so smart - be so fucking rude? We all saw him doing this, but my parents were too nice to tell him to stop nosing around our house. And his parents, who were really nice, did not tell him to stop being an asshole. I have no idea how this kid could be their child. I had no idea some people could be like this. I hope I never raise a kid like that.

1 comment:

Jenny said...

Ok to be honest, while I was reading about this kid, I was thinking, "hmm do I do any of those things?" I think keeping the coat on and picking at the turkey with the hands are not anything too weird. But picking at the salad while it was in the process of being made, that is gross!

I suggest sending him your new book for Christmas next year. Santa would prolly agree. :)