I made the mistake of going Christmas shopping today. Late afternoon. I know, I know. I'm an idiot, and that's the biggest problem around here - me and my brain. But damn, it's like everyone's trying to be rude.
Some old geezer (old does not automatically mean geezer, but this guy was an old geezer) got in line behind me at the grocery store. It was NOT the express lane, and I was busy buying an entire cart of baking supplies. One glance would tell you it was going to take a while (particularly because the checkout kid had the IQ of a trout and moved like a lame turtle). So instead of getting into the bloody express lane, he plunks down his two gallons of ice cream behind my eleventy-million boxes of baker's chocolate, and then bitches the entire time that it's going to melt.
Then, I go down to the Air Force base, to buy cut-rate Godiva chocolate for my sister-in-law, and some OTHER old geezer FOLLOWS ME INTO THE PARKING LOT to tell me how rude I am. Apparently I tail-gated him, getting on base. (I call it 'trying to get through the light with a moron in front of me' - it's all a matter of viewpoint.) I just stared at him for a minute, and walked away, laughing.
If I were REALLY rude, I'd have told him to fuck himself with a cheese grater.
See how polite I am? It's almost saintly. It's got to be everybody else. Gotta be.