Last week you posted, “The submitted stories to Ehell rarely contain positive, happy content and sometimes I get overwhelmed with the abundance of ugliness that exists in people,” so I thought I would share a happy etiquette story with you.
Some years ago, while my daughter was going through potty training, I hosted a dinner for the governor of my state. This is not the kind of thing I usually do (and I wasn’t even in his party!) but my parents were big supporters and through a bizarre chain of events, I found myself planning a dinner at my home for ten big-money guests and the governor.
I was nervous, of course, but I cooked no-fail stuff that tasted good, everyone seemed to have a good time, and it all went well. I remembered my etiquette lessons and kept my mouth shut about my personal politics.
My daughter was playing in her room with her older brother during the dinner–I had given him treats and toys to keep her entertained while the dinner was going on–and paid him for his time. But 9-year-old boys are not known for their attention span, and while we were enjoying dessert, he missed it when his sister went to the bathroom to use her potty seat.
For those of you who have potty-trained children, I am sure you know that every successful use of the proper facility is greeted with cheers and praise. But this time, mommy was at the dining table, completely ignoring her daughter.
Daughter decides that the solution to this dilemma is to carry the potty seat, with abundant contents, and find mommy to collect her praise.
She toddles into the room, contents sloshing about, and drops the potty seat next to me–and the governor. As you can imagine, I was appalled and probably turning purple. The whole table went silent. I couldn’t imagine how etiquette would handle THIS!
The governor stood up, began clapping, and said “Good job! Bravo! That’s wonderful!” Then the whole table joined in clapping and cheering.
To me, this was the epitome of manners. He is no longer governor but still in the public eye and I see him on television occasionally. Even though I don’t share his politics, I fondly remember how classy he was with poo on his shoes. 0828-13
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