The Rudest Thing in the Whole Wide World (Or at least my whole wide world)
To me, absolutely the rudest thing you can do to somebody is interrupt them while they're speaking. In everyday life, 99% of the time, there's nothing that somebody has to say that is so important that it cannot wait until the other person has finished speaking. When this is done to me it drives me up the wall; unfortunately, people do it to me all the time.
I had an experience today that has moved me to write about this. Early this afternoon I was in an informal meeting with a few people. I'd been asked to be present because somebody had heard about an idea I'd had, and wished me to come and explain it to his colleagues, which I was happy to do. They work in a building adjacent to mine, so after my lunch I got bundled up and walked the 50 meters over there.
The idea that I’d been asked to explain was only a small part of their meeting, but I was polite and sat quietly, listening to one individual butt in over and over again with inane questions, while everybody else talked over each other. I figured since they all worked so closely with each other, that’s just how they did it. The noise in the place was really out of hand, I was having a hard time hearing the people who were actually supposed to be talking, but since most of their meeting didn’t apply to me it wasn’t that bothersome.
When it was my turn to speak, everybody shut up for a minute and I introduced myself. I then began by telling them my idea, and I attempted to begin to explain it when the buttinsky interrupted me in the middle of a complicated thought and asked a question of somebody else across the table that wasn’t even related to what I was talking about. I said ‘Oh, I’m so sorry, would you like the floor?’ (With barely slightly any edge to my voice at all.) He shut up, but only briefly. I then attempted to pick up where I had left off, but the guy again talked over me and told me (not asked, mind you, but told) to start over at the beginning because he didn’t hear me. Of course he didn’t.
I wanted to be clear, I wanted to be understood by all, so I started over at the beginning. I managed to get through the idea and the explanation, and then I asked if there were any questions. Eight people started talking at once. I had to shout ‘One at a time, please!’, and make them raise their hands like schoolchildren. The first one I called on was the buttinsky, and all he had to say was ‘That’s not going to work.’… So I said thank you, and asked again if there were any questions. One man had a question, so he asked it, and I attempted to answer, when buttinsky interrupted me again. I said ‘Hey now, I don’t want to have to put you in the corner’ but I said it with a smile, hoping he would get the hint. I could keep going and going, but the long story
short is, anytime I was asked a question, he would interrupt me while I was trying to answer it. He would even ask a question and interrupt while I was answering. He interrupted other people too, not only me, but I hate nothing worse than being interrupted.
After the meeting broke up I was standing in a loose triangle talking with a couple of the guys about travel, and a couple of trips I’ve got coming up. Stuff that’s totally non-meeting related, and that this guy should not even have been paying attention to. One of the fellows asked me a question about Rome, and buttinsky nosed in and said ‘Rome was so cool, I got to see the Colosseum.’. The other fellow asked how you could get around and I was explaining Rome’s public transportation system to him and the guy butted in again and said ‘You don’t need the bus man, just take a taxi.’ After that I just stopped speaking, because everybody was talking over each other again. I bowed out of that group and turned to ask a meeting-related question of another guy; while he was answering me the buttinsky butted in again, and I just lost it.
I said ‘That is the rudest thing in the world. What on earth makes you think you are so special that you can’t wait until somebody else has finished speaking before you open your mouth? I cannot believe people tolerate you, and I am heartily glad I don’t have to work with you, because you have the manners of a barnyard goat!’
And then I had to gather up my hat, gloves, coat and bag while they all stared at me, and I could feel them all watching me as I stalked off out of the building. And now I’ve spent the rest of the afternoon fuming about it.
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Crime in Canada surpasses US levels
WILLisms has some fascinating trivia:
it seems Canada's overall crime level is now 50% higher than in the US.
Of course, this wouldn't be shocking if we were talking about Mexico or Haiti, but this is Canada
we're talking about here, people! This shows that the rise of crime is more intimately tied to left-wing soft-on-crime-&-criminals politics than it is to culture. Human nature is to be more wicked if it is at all possible to get away with it, without consequences; remove them, and the result is entirely predictable. Perhaps the Tory government will take my favorite Canadian wingnut, Adam Yoshida's advice,
and get really tough on crime (especially, criminals
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