"Our Social Graces", or "The Line, and How Not to Cross It."



I was getting something out of the case for a lady today when I looked up and noticed that her jeans were unzipped. For the briefest of seconds I considered telling her... after all, I would want to know that my fly was open. Of course I came to my senses and realized this would have been the gravest of social faux pas, and since I value my job very highly, I kept my mouth shut.

Doesn't it seem sad and sort of insane that we keep information like this from each other? That we'd let another human being embarrass themselves to no end simply because we don't want to be the embarrasser? After pondering it further, I decided that I wouldn't ever tell anyone I didn't know very intimately that their pants were undone, even though I would be incredibly cross at everyone around me for not letting me know if my cock was about to flop out. We hate social awkwardness so much that we throw our fellow man to the wolves rather than extend them our hand.

If we can't even let strangers know they've accidentally violated our standards of public decorum, what else are we keeping from each other?
- posted by Mason @ 11:47 PM