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Hi,,, I agree with you,,,, they have no manners as far as waiting in line..... so,,,,, beat them to the punch,,,,,, and get ahead of them,,, have your stuff in order... what ever you are doing....
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I used to live in the Isle of Man... their population was then (1993-1996) 70,000.
For two weeks every year their population doubled due to TT fortnight.
Bikers and supporters came from all over the world to watch the races, the atmosphere was brilliant... but:
Whilst the Germans and the French, in fact, all other visitors remained polite, the British (my own compatriots) did not!
I am a freelance writer and was then a home educator as well.
I used to take my son to a cafe in Port Erin, called Allensdale Cafe.
The propriotess (Eve) was a super Welsh lady, and I while my son shared French lessons, at another table with another island child and two super elderly English sisters who heralded from Hastings (both spoke French well) I would either write my notes, or observe, and get some 'character' on paper.
I also helped to clear the tables and the owner became a friend.
The atmosphere was one of peace and of Olde English tea room style, very peaceful indeed.
Until, one day, we had the usual crowds of bikers and their fans.
Many tables were already filled with Germans, who were most polite, and spoke in perfect English.
then in came a group of English bikers, with accents from all over. Initially, I was pleased, because I liked to catch up on the news from across the 'pond'.
But I soon beccame embarrassed by their uncouth swearing, loudness, and impatience with the staff. They were arrogant and demanding, and seriously insulting of the venue.
When one of them heard a German speaking, he became verbally insulting to them all, throwing in words about the wars, and using insulting terminilogy about their race.
The Germans were surprised, and a little bit annoyed, but they retained their dignity and were restrained.
Still the Brits abused them at every opportunity, making gibes every chance they could and at the same time shouting, laughing and being suggestive to the waitresses.
For long minutes I endured this shameful behaviour, impressed by the way in which the Germans pretended to ignore them, but even I could see, they were beginning to get riled, as they whispered to each other.
I chose the loudest mouth of all and crossed over to his table and said how very nice it was to see someone from back home. SAid that I hoped they were enjoying this super little island, and asked weren't we lucky, to be hosted by the friendly people here?
After taking him off guard, I took my swipe:
I told him to his face, whilst addressing all of them, that people came there from all over the world, and it was great to see them all, because it livened up the island for a while and that, we'd just had a super chat with the lads from Germany before they arrived.
Asking then, why did they have to come on in and make me feel ashamed of my own countrymen, by behaving in a rude and uncouth manner, like a load of football hooligans.
I suggested that if they seriously liked the sport of biking and wanted it to carry on, then they should respect not just their hosts, but all the other punters too, who just like them, had paid to make it possible and travelled from every other land, not merely England!
I used my 'mother' voice and watched his colour rise, all their faces redden, as they slowly sank further back their chairs. His loud mouthed mates were silenced, he was quite contrite.
"What would your mothers say about you all, if they could hear you now? Ithey'd be ashamed, because you represent them, as well as all the English people. Yet, I'm sure that underneath you are decent lads, but this behaviour is an insult to your mothers, as ashamed as me!"
I went back to my table and sat down, leaving the entire room in total silence. But receieving a lot of knowing smiles and glances taps of approval from my from fellow diners.
The group shifted in their seats, all without exception then apologised to me. I suggested they apologised to the room. And one did, for all of them.
They ate in whispers and left like little boys, chastised by their teacher!
Never forgot that...
I am a Mum of six now adult children.... and a gran of twelve... a former youth group leader, and oops, yes... a former Sunday School Head Teacher, among many other things (experience works OK;-)
Had many such experiences, but another one sticks out:
On a bus way back in my young mum days, inside the mid seventies, when I too was quite attractive, I sat on the crowded top deck of a bus.
A girl of about fifteen was shouting, swearing, deliberately performing in way, so as to provoke attention. She was also verbally bullying another more timid girl her age, inciting all the other youngsters, a group fresh out of school, to agree with her insults.
Older people got lower in their seats, clearly frightened of getting involved. I listened from the front seat as she continued all the way to my stop, and I saw the angry, worried, averted gaze and downcast stares of passengers, as I passed down the aisle to get off.
So I stopped beside her seat and deliberately caught her cocky glare... and it was a glare...
"What a very pretty girl you are. You have such a lovely face...."
Her challenging glare turned to sudden shock, then pleasant surprise, as pleasure crossed her very pretty features rapidly. And she smiled appreciatively. and sat straighter in her seat.
"What a pity that every time you open your mouth you ruin it and look ugly!"
She flushed like a bright red beacon as if I'd slapped her, sank back in her seat, and shut her mouth.
I continued down the aisle with hands touching my hands atop the handles of the seats and arms tapping me appreciatively, and smiling eyes meeting mine, with whispers of "thanks.." "Well done!" "Well said"... and everybody smiled again and the atmosphere relaxed.
I looked up as I walked away and saw her muted and embarrassed welded to the back of her seat, staring straight ahead, not so bolshy now, all the other kids were laughing at her, waving out of the windows to me, shouting hooray!
Bet she got her leg pulled at school next day, and some!
Give me your worst and I WILL tame them.
I've been ashamed for far too long, about the impression our British youths and men make abroad, and about in which they treat outsiders coming in!
Bring back the good old local beat bobby (policeman) from my youth and the law that allowed him to give them all a sharp clip round the ear, like we had!
The answer to your question is a simple one... we won the war, true, but it's over, it's been over all my life. I was born just before peace was declared. We were gracious about it then. So what right do you have, in your spoiled and over indulged youth, to harp on about it now?
As a race, we've been arrogant far too long, it's time we Brits learned that respect comes, when repsect is given.
You're the visitor... so behave like one!
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