I am soooooooo Rude

Well, I just did it again. I was rude and I’m not sorry. I would do it again in an instant if the moment presented itself. And I wouldn’t be sorry then, either.

I am sitting in the library at the moment, about 3:45 p.m. and yet another student in a study carrel is on the phone, having some stupid conversation that everyone can hear. Only this time, I can hear the speaker at the other end of the line. Normally I can take these conversations for about three minutes, long enough to say hello, get the news, and hang up. After that, it’s just rude behavior.

So what did I do that was so rude? After listening to yet another round of “yes, let’s do that, what do you think?” I asserted my voice over my carrel and said, “Tell her goodbye and shut up.” I got a couple of giggles from other hostages and Miss Yak-yak moved away from the computer and finished her phone call away from us. When she returned, I did say “thank you,” hoping to be anonymous. But, after this posting, probably not.

Most of the time I am not this rude, but I’m getting there. I’ve lived long enough to know the difference between polite and just plain stupid. I’m sure we’ve all heard the same arguments about people who have no thought about conducting a private call in public. Then these same idiots, the ones complaining, often do the same thing they just complained about. I fixed the problem for me by not carrying a cell phone. Yes, I heard you all gasp.

I drove to and from Port Huron for sixteen years and never, not EVER, had a problem with my car. One flat tire, yes, but no problems with the car. I always got to where I wanted to go since the goal was to get there, it didn’t matter how long it took. The only time I didn’t get to Port Huron was because it was snowing so bad the roads were getting worse. By the time I got to Capac, I was having problems driving and having angina pain. I went home and called in sick.

My students often asked me what would I do if I did have a problem. “I’d get out and walk,” was my answer. Even in the middle of the night? Yep. I know it’s a stereotype, but not a lot of fat women get mugged or molested in my neck of the woods.

So, I was rude today. I’m sick and tired of listening to others’ phone conversations. I especially hated it this past winter semester at finals time. It seemed like everyone and anyone who couldn’t read a sign about not having a phone conversation at the carrels was a stupid idiot. How many times do you have to read the sign before you understand that you are not exempt?

I was just as rude last semester, and believe me, it was wonderful. I think I stopped three phone calls and a couple people who were in the stacks moved away, just in case I was going to bound over the carrels and take down a few cell phones. I also got a few giggles and couple of sighs of relieve when my rude mouth took over. So, if you’re in the library and hear a voice telling someone to shut up, you know who it is.