Okay... What's wrong with people?

So last week Beck and I took the kids to some place called "My Kids 1st Swim" or something like that. We walk in the place, and the 4 people at the counter don't acknowledge us. When we're finally asked if we needed help, we were basically just blown off. Now this place wants people to bring their YOUNG children in for swimming lessons. Are you serious? You want me to feel comfortable letting you teach my child when you can't even welcome someone politely? Oh yeah, when they sent us into the "observation room", the first thing we noticed was FILTHY carpet, and plastic chairs that were as cheap as can get. Not a very smart business plan if you ask me... If can't spend more than $2 for a chair for prospective customers to be comfortable, how much are you paying your "instructors" to teach my child?

To add salt to my wound, we then went to Damon's to grab a quick bite before Charlie's nap. We walk to the front door, with me carrying Will in his car seat, Beck carrying Charlie, and a bag of assorted stuff (coloring books, cleaning wipes, etc.). There are TWO sets of doors, and as we struggle to get all of us through into the waiting area, the 3 people at the hostess stand doing nothing say, "Can we help you?" Of course, you know after our previous stop, I wanted to lecture them about their service, but I've heard too many stories about what happens to the food of customers who complain at restaurants.

You know, I realize that this rant strays just a little from most posts on this blog. But the point in telling these stories is that I really worry about what kind of world Charlie and Will are growing up in. Is it really a place in which people are only worried about themselves? Has courtesy just gone the way of the VCR? Really?

I talk a lot about how much Charlie is watching EVERYTHING we do these days. About how she mimics everything. And I know it will continue at least until she's a teen. It makes me wonder though: How do some of these kids' parents behave in front of them that they can't even be bothered to budge to open a door for a family with 2 young children that are both being carried into their place? I wonder if there was even an inkling of a thought inside theirs heads that they should open the door?

What a huge responsibility it is, right?