Where did couth go?

I took a ride out to my favorite lunch spot nature preserve, Fox Island. While I was walking back through the meadow after I ate, I couldn't miss the red pick-up that was doing donuts in the parking lot and throwing up clouds of dust. It seemed like a fortuitous time to get on the scooter and head out, but the red pick-up skidded backwards into a parking spot right beside me and two guys hopped out. The driver called out to me that I had a nice bike and I said, "Thanks" as I continued packing up the lunch things and putting my helmet on. Then he said that he'd take a ride. I just gave him a slight smile and started up the bike. Apparently that wasn't friendly enough because he snarled, "BITCH!" as I rode past. You better believe that I was watching my mirrors to make sure the muscled pin-head wasn't following me. J told me that I should have said my boyfriend, Killer, was on the way to meet me for lunch. Oh well, I did get to see these beautiful wild roses, a meadowlark singing his little heart out, and lots of raspberries ripening on the canes.

When I got back from lunch, the search for couth returned when the first patron I helped started picking a pimple on her nose and then wiped it on her clothing just in time to reach out and accept the card I was handing her. Ick! Just in case anyone is in doubt, no service provider wants to handle a card that you've had in your mouth, or watch you pick your nose, zits, toenails, etc. or listen to your cell phone conversation while you're asking them to provide a service for you.