The Buckets by Greg Cravens for February 16, 2012

Peppermint Patty, in Peanuts, of course.

Or Dennis the Menace, circa 1970, maybe.

I’m just impressed that Toby is respectful enough to call his teacher “sir”!

Toby isn’t part of “Generation Me Me Me” … he’s a Gen Y child. He still respects his teachers, parents, and elders… unlike kids BORN in 1993 and up. These bratty kids only care about themselves..I was on the bus the other day, and an old lady, with a cane, got on the bus. 3 girls, no more then 18 or 19, looked at her, then each other and continued chatting. I have a pin in my right ankle, that, if I’m on a rocking bus, causes pain from rubbing against bone/nerves in the wrong way, and Dr’s say they can’t do much about it, so I sit most time. Another person had to tell one of the girls to get up, and her response was “I was here first, why should I be forced to get up? Make that fat guy over there (pointing to me) get up!” when I explained about the pin in my ankle her response was “Like, yeah, right, liar.” So I showed her the Dr’s note I carry for employees/school and she turned bright red from the root of her bottle blonde hair down to collarbone where it hid beneath her “Canada Goose” jacket. She did get up and gave the lady her seat, but when I put my headphones on (and turned down the volume real low) I heard them talking about me …

I have a bum knee, but I still give up a seat for those older or in more obvious pain/disabilities than me. I’ll give up my seat for a pregnant woman, but a lady with a pram? Not unless there are other mitigating reasons.

I guess Toby loves Facebook!

Awwwww. The teacher is surely at his limit by now…

LOL xxx

I’d like to point out, that those who responded to me are right. To every ‘negative’ there are several positives. Not all kid born after 1998 are total d—ks and b——es, but most are.If I know I can “handle” the pain from standing, because I’ll be sitting for a while latter, I’ll give my spot up...Some other crap I see: Where the buses drop us off at the university (yes, I"m a 31 yr old post-secondary student!) is a “p” shape. The buses drive in, turn right and follow the “P” shape back around with their doors on the outside. At the bottom of the “P” and several places along the inside (it’s a long “P” L) are cross walks. 99.99% of the students don’t stop, they just walk in front of buses, and expect them to stop.I make it a point to stop, and wave (or nod) the buses on, so they can go. Every time – EVERY SINGLE TIME – I do it, the driver gets a big smile, and waves at me, because they aren’t expecting it.Also, absolutely EVERY time I’ve eaten at the cafe (and I won’t admit how many times that is) I’ve had to clean up the table after 17-25 year olds. Those that DO clean up, tend to be the older crowd. Le Sigh. I can continue to mention problems I’ve seen with society, but I’ll stop now.