I could feel my mood darkening along with the skies as I sat in the grandstand watching my favourite football team play.
Well, actually I was trying to watch but it was a challenge as a group of spectators had decided to stop in the aisle, right in front of my view of the field, and have a conversation.
I had already been hit in the head by some woman’s handbag as she squeezed past the row of seats behind on a mission to buy food.
There were wet patches on my jeans where my drink had slurped over the top of my glass as someone in my row jostled past me.
I’m pretty sure our row contained the world’s hungriest and thirstiest people. Or maybe they just had weak bladders. Either way, sitting at the end of the row meant there was no respite and the action inevitably coincided with action on the field that I missed in an effort to move and avoid having my feet squashed. Wasn’t anyone here to actually watch the game?
Somehow I managed to hold my tongue, keep a (near) smile (maybe it was more a grimace) on my face and go on to watch my team make a stunning win.
It had me thinking, though. How easily we can get fed up and angry when people are so thoughtless and how different the world would be if more people followed the simple rules of good manners.