It costs nothing

to say Thank You. Yet when you do, the majority of people looked surprised, if not stunned.
I was brought up to always say ‘Please’ and ‘Thank You’, but sadly these two little things of politeness (or manners as Great Gran used to say) seem to be lacking today as everyone accepts the basics as their due. I still write Thank You letters but I cannot remember the last time I received one.

When I’ve been shopping, I make conversation with the check out operator as they run my purchases through the scanner. Most are happy to chat, and my logic is why wear a name badge if nobody is going to use it to address you? Saying that though, I get amused at people behind me tapping their credit card against their teeth , trolly or conveyor belt with impatience, but it’s not as if I’m deliberately holding up the queue. My shopping has to be processed, I have to pay for it, so why not chat as it’s all being done? Besides, it must be pretty soul destroying sitting at a till most of the day running the same things across the scanners but in a different order, IN SILENCE. I always say Thank You when I leave too.   I have witnessed the so called ‘Upper Class’ being served, pay for their goods with their fancy credit cards after punching in their PIN numbers with their overly bejewelled fingers, and leave without uttering a single word. To me, that’s just plain rude.trolleyDad always told me to look after the little guy. His attitude was be nice to people on the way up as you never know when you may find yourself alongside them on the way down.
Hubby and I are usually cheerful and chatty wherever we are. It doesn’t matter if we’re in a shop, restaurant, the dentist, or even talking to the street cleaner, we will engage in conversation, and if they have ‘serviced us’, we say Thank You. This has paid off because we are greeted as old friends in the supermarkets, the dentist receptionist knows our name without looking it up, we’re told of special offers that could apply to us in the garage, get an extra few chips on the plate, and are always served with a smile. One saying that has stuck in my mind is ‘You never get a second chance to make a first impression’. Hubby and I try to make ours a pleasant and polite one.thank youMany years ago, my Mum had visited a friend in Cornwall and we were due to collect her from the bus station on her return journey. The coach was delayed, though nobody seemed to know by how long. We decided to go home (we had no mobile phone then) and contact the coach company directly to try to find out what was going on. It was getting dark, and we knew the town centre was not a very nice place to be at night, especially for an elderly lady on her own. I rang the shopping centre and got put through to Security. I told them the situation and said that my husband and I were on our way, but if the coach arrived, please could they look out for my Mum so that she didn’t worry if we weren’t there immediately to meet her.
When we arrived, she was happily chatting away to a very large uniformed gentleman. As we approached, she beamed at us and told us that this ‘lovely man’ had been looking after her while she waited, though she had been a little anxious when he’d touched her shoulder after she’d got off the coach.security 2This giant insisted on carrying her suitcase to our car, and as he did so, explained that there had been a group of youths loitering in the bus station when the coach had pulled in, and he wasn’t taking any chances.
Not only did I write to the shopping centre security office, but I also sent a letter into the local newspaper to express my sincere gratitude at their concern and care for my Mum until we arrived. I received a letter back from the Head of Security thanking me for my thanks in ‘such a public manner’ and both the newspaper clipping and my letter had been pinned up on the staff notice board which apparently had ‘made their day’ and done wonders for staff morale.moraleI said in my Scary Stuff post that I had 4 Thank You letters to write, these being to The First Responders, Paramedic and Ambulance services, and A&E at the hospital. It didn’t even cost me a stamp, as I could do it all by email. There was no need to gush, nor did I have to explain the ins and outs of my diagnosis, though I did let the emergency services know I’d been sent home. I have had responses from them all expressing their pleasure at receipt of my messages, and the promise that my thanks will be passed on to those concerned.

As I said, it costs NOTHING to say Thank You, but it means such  a lot.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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6 Responses to It costs nothing

  1. And Thank You for writing such a lovely blog!

  2. janegundogan says:

    I find myself thanking everybody in Turkey “Tesekuler” or “Tesekuler ederim”. A dolmus driver actually turned to me and thanked me for thanking him – it is such a rare occurrence here that he was quite surprised.

    Manners really are a forgotten art. Thank you for another excellent piece.

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