Life is not so short but that there is always time enough for courtesy

I believe my parents did a good job raising me, if we talk about manners. Not sure they agree when it comes to cultural preferences...

So I consider myself a fairly well-mannered guy, in some respects. I know how to be out among people without screaming and cursing or licking people's backpacks. I hold the door at the train station if you're right behind me. I offer my seat on the bus or train to the elderly.

Sure, I've been known to scare a child or two to tears, but that was never intentional, and I tend to run people over in conversations from time to time, but that's not intentional either. I know I can come off as arrogant until you get to know me, but then you find out that I'm nice and lovable and all that jazz. And well-mannered, in most situations.

When someone returns the favor, I smile inwardly. Like when someone holds a door for me or says thank you when I do the same. However, sometime acts of courtesy take me completely by surprise, and I find myself smiling openly. Often it's when something happens that feels completely inappropriate for the situation, in the best possible way.

On Friday I sat waiting for a bus to go work in our newly opened store (that day in the store is a whole other post just waiting to be written), reading, headphones on. It was around nine in the morning. A girl sat down a meter or so away on the bench. 16-ish, wearing those awful gray sweatpants that have no business being worn outside, under any circumstances unless you're going home from the gym and barely then. Suddenly she tapped me on the shoulder.

I removed my headphones, and she said: “I just wanted to tell you that the label is still on your jacket”. Lo and behold, it was. I thanked her, and she continued. “And do you mind if I smoke?” I just stared at her, completely flabbergasted that she would even ask. My experience is that a lot of people that smoke will just light up without even bothering to check if someone is downwind of them. And teenage girls aren't exactly in that group that is likely to ask.

Finally I shook my head and said “No problem”. She nodded, sat back and lit up. I pulled my headphones back on and went back to my book. Pattern Recognition. By William Gibson. Again. Stared at the page for a while, not reading, just trying to comprehend what had just happened. Then smiled. Read.

Because your own strength is unequal to the task, do not assume that it is beyond the powers of man

Picking up the piano was fine. Getting the piano into the trailer was fine. Getting it out was fine. Getting it up the stairs was not. I have pathetically weak thigh muscles.

The two friends I had Shanghai:ed to help me managed to wrestle the thing up one flight of stairs. Two to go. Two curving flights of stairs. So we took a break. A long break. Then we called what could only be described as a lean, mean carrying machine, and voila! Problem sorted.

Drinking of beer, eating of tacos and laughing ensued. A good time was had. And the piano was finally home.

As a side note: I misunderstood the reference. 'twas not the Hummer Fucker Crusher. 'twas the Hummer Fucker. The Hummer Fucker Crusher is the big-ass Hummer that crushes the Hummer Fucker for having a sticker across the back window that says...wait for it...Hummer Fucker.

Still a long story. Still won't go into it.

I like to move it, move it

Today is about increasing my karma account. Some friends and I are moving a freakin' piano across Stockholm. In what can only be described as a freight container on wheels, currently being pulled by the Hummer Fucker Crusher. Long story. Won't go into it now.

So we're doing a good deed. It feels pretty good. So far it has involved rain, being lost, a friend howling like a dog and being answered from somewhere in the apartment building pictured above, kick-ass burgers, Ministry and Tool. Lots and lots of Tool. So far a good day.

That may change with the three flights of stairs that await us though...

Tags

Today, as I was getting off the train on my way to work, I noticed that the woman across from me still had the store tags left on her shirt. I hadn't noticed for the approx 10 minutes she had been there, since I had been too busy burying my nose in "Night Haunts".

I pulled my headphones off and told her. She blushed, laughed and did her best to tear it off. Good deed of the day, done and done.