Mar. 2, 2020


Last week I attended a dinner party. There were no children at the event, only “grownups”….well, some who acted like grownups.

Shortly after being seated, I looked around to see if anyone looked familiar.  My attention was drawn to an older man sitting at a nearby table, picking his nose.

 Actually, the short-fingered, over-weight, and balding man was seriously “digging and flicking”.  Others at the table were talking, laughing, and ignoring him.

Fighting a strong urge to walk over and slap his hand away from his nose….I, instead, chose to study him.    It became clear that the man-child was married to the woman across from him. 

Apparently, the wife had learned to live with her husband’s nasty habit.  Imagine being married to a man who picks his nose-- like a belligerent child--any time, any place! 

If he “picks” at the table, that means he “picks” any where. If he picks it….there’s a strong possibility he also eats it and... If that isn’t enough to turn-you-off…then you have a caste-iron-stomach.  

If he was married to me then... forget kissing, holding hands, and….everything that follows!


When I returned to college in the early nineties, I was “assigned” a seat in the Cafeteria at the “Dorm-Mothers” table. One of the women at my table, with large diamonds embracing each finger, bragged about receiving millions of dollars five years earlier, when her husband died.

She insisted the small salary she made as a Dorm-Mother was un-important.  She claimed she just wanted to stay busy, feel useful, and serve as a role model for young women. 

Well….after watching her after-the-meal-routine of using her long, manicured fingernail to carefully pick between all of her teeth, then either re-eat the “leftovers” or “flick them” in all directions….I didn’t consider her as anyone's role model.  

We must never let-down our guard and display our personal hygiene…in the public arena.  


I will never forget my first “official” date after divorcing in 1973.  My former sorority roommate at the U. of Arkansas insisted I have a blind date with her still- single brother. Not only had her brother recently graduated from medical school but, after seeing his photo, it was clear he had an undeniable WOW factor.

I was impressed with his looks, his slim and fit body, the way he dressed, but…also… his sleek, black Porsche. He announced he’d made reservations at Little Rock’s TOP OF THE ROCK Club….which made me believe he had good taste.  Looking back, I had every reason to get excited about this, our first date.

 We were the last people to enter the crowded elevator. There were at least eight others ahead of us but…they “tightened” their ranks to make room for the two of us. The elevator door had barely closed when it happened----when the horrific sound and ghastly smell overwhelmed everyone in that tiny steel box--when the realization that my date was passing gas—in public, on an elevator full of strangers, including me--- couldn’t be denied!

 The embarrassing silence that followed those last few seconds of that elevator ride was extremely telling. When the doors opened on the TOP OF THE ROCK’S elegant décor and classic music….everyone rushed to leave the smelly incident behind.  My once-promising evening had been soiled by my date’s poor manners. Because he never apologized for his "actions", I knew my date had an entitled attitude; the attitude he could do what he wanted---when he wanted and---to Hell with those around him, including me.  

I could-hardly wait to end the evening and....the possibility of any future evenings.  He was history!


In my opinion, Live is simple if we respect others and also ourselves. Just live-life-like a grownup and practice basic manners. And, manners learned as a child, should never be forgotten; good manners should be practiced for a lifetime.

If you’re married…make-sure your husband or wife doesn’t share his/her nasty habits in public. If your mate didn’t receive the proper training as a child, then it’s your responsibility to properly train him/her as an adult.

No adult should purposely expels gas-- in public.  If someone thinks its “cute”.... then they should think again.  Farting in front of others is nothing more than a disrespectful/degrading act performed by someone who is desperate for attention and control.

I speak for almost every Lady and Gentleman when I say:  Socially and Personally, no one should demonstrate the kind of bad manners I’ve documented above.  Quite frankly, regardless of the situation, no adult with good taste and the proper social manners.... wants to "see it, hear it, or smell it".

To finalize all the lessons-you-should-have-learned-as-a-child, this is my last reminder: NEVER leave the bathroom door open when you are using it; never force me or others to share what should be----an intensely-private moment.

I have no interesting in "hearing" your "performance AND I don't care to know that you didn't wash your hands when you finished your "business".



Latest comments

17.10 | 01:42

I miss being Facebook friends with you! Hope you are well and happy.

Tammy Brookover Jay

15.10 | 01:28

Love all of this. I'm so lucky to be your neighbor,

30.08 | 16:26

Sally, my friend, I love your writings and sometimes they make me cry and then smile. I love you as if I had known you all my life. God Bless you each and every day in all you do.

29.08 | 19:19

Lol, I loved reading this story! As a female that dated a couple men with Harleys, I totally understand and met Harley Guy myself, many times over!
I hope you get your 3wheels someday soon!

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