Respect In Public–Someday’s It’s Just Not There
I like to work out.
I pull on my socks, my shoes, and drop my i-pod into my purse. I hustle the kids out to the car and we drive to the gym, me already feeling the rush before we have a chance to pull into the parking-lot.
We get out of the car.
I hold one of my kids’ hand in each of mine—my four year old son, scampers right next to me—my two year old daughter dances more than she walks.
We swipe our cards at the front desk. We run to ChildWatch and give out our good bye kisses. The kids run off to play with their friends and I take out my ear buds, plug them in and turn on my ipod. It’s my time and as gross as it sounds, sweat can feel pretty good to me.
Why I picked the ellipitical of all days, I had no idea. But listening to my music, watching the TV screen and reading the funny captions, I’m really enjoying the me time.
So there I am, feeling the rush of my heart, sucking wind, moving faster when a horrible screeching voice right next to me shouts, “I told you! He doesn’t like it! I don’t know what’s wrong with him!”
And so it began.
A woman on a machine right next to me—on her cell phone–in a full out argument with a significant other, I was guessing.
I’m really thinking, please oh please go somewhere else and fight. I wiggled my ear buds in every few seconds until 10 minutes pass and she was still yelling right next to me.
So what would you do?
Maybe I should have said something. Since I also work part-time for the gym I feel extra obligated to be polite. But wow, somedays, politeness can be a real stretch.
Should there be rules for phones in public? In moments like mine, I really wish there were.