Monday, December 2, 2013

Ambulatory appliances

It totally slipped my mind to post this weekend's WND column called Incivility at Trader Joe's.

This was actually a rewrite of an older blog post called The Human Touch. I seldom recycle material for a WND column, but what can I say, it was a busy week.


  1. Patrice, don't get me started! I am so tired of these gadget-addicted zombies. I've noticed several traits that they seem to have in common: they build nothing... they fix nothing... they simply consume stuff...

    I believe hard times are coming. If so, these masses will be in for a rude awakening.
    Montana Guy

  2. That's a good one and I agree.

    Not long ago, I was driving with my kids and we experienced car trouble. I am currently "in between cell phones" so I was forced to depend on the kindness of a few different strangers who all seemed pleased and even eager to help us out. As we pulled back onto the road, my kids and I marveled at all the warm fuzzies we felt at being treated so thoughtfully and prayed that our kind strangers were blessed by the same feelings. While I do think it's wise to have a phone for emergencies, I shared with my kids that had I had a phone and could have called my husband directly, we all would have missed out on that human interaction and the blessings that came with it.

  3. That was a very good column, and it does show how much out of touch a lot of people are today. That's why I like living in 'Rural America' here in the southern great plains. The technology is creeping in but there is still a good amount of human interaction compared to what I call 'the big city' (OKC lol).

  4. Technology has given us so much that is helpful and good. But it has also had some rather disturbing side effects; this is only one.

  5. Thank you for addressing this again, Patrice. It's warranted.

    Fortunately I live in an area where most service folks are warmly cordial and much chit-chat is exchanged in checkout lines. Shoppers and checkers are pleasant and helpful to each other, and it really makes one thankful to live in a region where it still (mostly) feels like 'the real America.'

    When I see someone with their head down and their thumbs poking at their phone I wonder if it's ever occurred to them how utterly undignified and small they appear shuffling along and totally distracted. And heads down. That's the worst part.



  6. Several years ago I was visiting my daughter in a Midwestern state. We went together to a grocery store, and, as we so often to, chatted with the clerk checking us out. He asked "Where in the south are you from?" We laughed, told him we were from Texas, and said that our accents must have given us away. He replied "No. You talked to me." I realized that talking with service persons, which everyone of my friends does, is not the natural order of things. I know most of the employees at the stores I shop at frequently and know the family history of the ones I deal with frequently ( husband's job, children's grades, and even a few of the health problems of family members) and pray for their difficulties.

  7. Indeed:

    I own and operate two service oriented businesses. Many people treat my staff as if they were furniture, or a draft animal. (you and I would treat a draft animal with more kindness).
    Other treat them as if they were somehow in a lower class than they(the customer) is, and feel that they should grovel because they are in service industries.

    Those that treat them as people and with respect are given service that is way, way, beyond the expected.

    It takes so little.