I never dreamed that one day i’d become a grumpy old bus driver but here i am killing it shirt is available. I’m afraid it’s time for another rant, and the topic this week is manners and civility: – So, I drive a school bus for the Missoula County school district, and I leave the house every morning at 6:30 rain or shine (or blizzard), to pick up my young charges along my route and deliver them safely to school. There’s about forty kids who ride my bus, and they range between kindergarten and third grade level. I’ve been driving long enough that I know each and every one of their names. To help me remember, I greet them, with a cheery ” Good morning _____ !”
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Out of forty kids, only two ( a brother and sister), return the greeting. The rest scramble past me to their seats, without making eye contact, or even a mumbled hello. They’re all good kids, and I take into account that some may be too shy to respond. But after months of this, I finally pulled over and secured the bus, in order to address them. “You know, I said, it’s polite, and even customary, that when someone says, ‘Good morning’, the response is, ‘Good morning’, in return. So let’s try that again – Good morning, everyone.” ~ Not a peep. ( crickets ) ~ Nothing. Zero. I told them all that, YES, even bus drivers have feelings.
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I was raised old school apparently. Even as a young child, I was taught that when an adult spoke to you, you were expected to be courteous, and respond politely. I blame the parents. What has become of basic manners among our young? ( I feel like an old man, having to say this.) I’m really NOT a stereotypical grumpy old bus driver. I try to engage the kids. I ask them about their day, and always say, please and thank you, when I need to remind them to stay in their seats. But I see this as a new trend, where young people forego common courtesies. When the teen age cashier checks me out in the store, I pay, and find myself thanking them. The response invariably now, is a mumbled, “Uh-huh.”