I am a miserable f^cker today. I was a miserable f^cker yesterday evening as well.
Why? I am pig sick of people around me being rude and ungrateful. Probably going to come over all Victor Meldrew here, but young people are so effing rude, particularly at the dinner table.
Talking to a teacher on the weekend, she has the same problems in class.
I am with you, mrcharly. I sometimes feel like walking away from the table, but I suppose it wouldn't help in the long run. I usually begin talking politely about something else with someone else, so rude interjections can be one-sided only. Polite people of the world, unite, please!
The rudeness that set me off, yesterday included:
Complaining, loudly, about being asked to wait until everyone was served before starting eating.
Belching like an eruption from krakatoa repeatedly, mouth open, facing the table. When asked to not do it, responding with "It's a bodily function, you can't stop those." To which Mum responded with "So is poohing, but you don't do that at the table."
Not once saying "Thank you" for the food. Complaining about not being allowed to just have their favourite veg.
Shovelling food in mouth so fast some was falling out as more was pushed in.
When asked to bring dirty clothes out of room, throwing them from the top of the stairs.
I could go on.
I'm tempted to strike. But for that to be effective it would mean withdrawal of light, heat, power, internet . . . Some people in the family are polite and helpful. Wouldn't be fair to them.