Chivalry and Manners Really are Dead

Doc didn’t yell at me too much during my recent visit. Blood pressure is normal, but some things aren’t. I regaled her with my recent adventures in Indiana trying to get a simple prescription filled for two days worth of stuff. I walked out on two different doctor’s receptionists. People should be trained before unleashing them on the world in the receptionist chair.

Speaking of Doctors…I was on the elevator in the local hospital heading to the lowest level to meet a pal for lunch. When I got on the carriage, booth, car …or as Chancey called in the Peter Sellers movie, “Being There,” the “smallest room I’ve ever seen,” or whatever it is…there were three people already in the little room. Two females in scrubs and a male in a long white coat and stethoscope. They were on the far wall. When we arrived at the level we were all going to, I stepped aside and held the doors so the other three could exit first. I didn’t expect anything funny to happen. But, I was wrong. Something lousy happened. The first person to exit was the white-coated stethoscoped male. He just walked regally through the doors. He seemed oblivious to the two women. He spoke not, nor did he nod or genuflect. And he certainly didn’t thank me for holding the doors open.

I was watching an old “Leave it To Beaver” episode the other night with a junior high school guy and tried to explain what the “fifties” were like. The cosmos as seen as a backdrop for June and Ward’s world must appear very unearthly to our youngsters. I told him my parents taught me much better than Dr. White Coat’s parent’s had him. But then I remembered that my parents didn’t really stress the social skills out on the farm. The barn could never have passed for a finishing school. But, then, no one really taught you manners back then. I think a kid just picked manners up by osmosis.

Everyone had manners back then (excluding real baddies like Hitler and Stalin). It was expected. Part of the “social contract.”


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Stephen Bowers

Stephen Bowers

I am an attorney in Las Vegas who has always wanted to draw political cartoons, partly because I like drawing, but mostly because I enjoy ridiculing pompous know-nothings. Verbally debating them gets nowhere. They don't know they're beaten. But poking fun at them in a drawing leaves them without recourse or rebuttal. What can they do...? Call me names, whine, cuss me ... or maybe draw a witty riposte? Unlikely.
Steve Bowers, Esq.

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