Leaving the building this morning I encountered a young woman suffering from that terrible disorder, phone melded into the right hand, as the other hand was fishing in her purse for her key, I asked, “Are you coming in?” Walking through the gate she barely makes eye contact and made no audible acknowledgement at all. As she silently passes me I say to her, “You’re welcome.”
Discussions about manners have become unfashionable along with knowing which one is the salad fork or saying you’re welcome in response to thank you and I can live with these, but a casual mindless lack of manners is toxic.
And yes, I do realise that my honking at her, “You’re welcome!” wasn’t exactly polite either, but at least it was a choice.
“Casual, passive rudeness is like a deadly, silent fart. “