Manners Maketh Man (ways I’m trying to be more polite)
- When I give cashiers my credit card, stop saying, “Take it bitch”
- Never make a poodle owner feel uncomfortable by saying, “What the hell is wrong with you? Do you not see all that disgusting red, crusty sludge dripping from your poodle’s eyes? Jesus, wipe it off lady.”
- No more “free back rubs” to who’s ever sitting in front of me at church
- It’s not a conversation starter to say, “Boy, my Aunt Clara…she can really go through a roll of toilet paper.”
- Stop asking fat guys if they’re pregnant. And, unless you see a baby emerging from her body, never, ever ask a woman if she’s pregnant.
<Break> Hello friend, I’m glad you’ve taken the time to enjoy this list (now that’s polite – I’m learning)
- I no longer go thru a Taco Bell drive-thru in reverse (but it was fun)
- All roll-on deodorant must be applied with the roll-ees permission
- When meeting someone for the first time, it’s not important to know whether they fold or bunch
- All sniffing must be consensual – as in, “May I please sniff your ______ (body area you’re interested in sniffing)?” And wait for a response. Don’t just start sniffing.
- No more asking Boy Scouts to “Pull my finger” (unless, of course they’re trying to earn a “Pull My Finger” merit badge)
Note: I still like to pick-up lunch at Burger King, and then go up to strangers and say, “Would you like to see my Whopper?”
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