Your shiny wrapper’s lost its sheen
now I’ve talked to you.
I can see now you’re kinda rude
and the waiter sees it too.
You’ve taken the time to place your knife
in the perfectly correct position.
But you’ve no time at all for me
and just don’t want to listen.
I’m happy you’re a great success
and those clothes are so in style.
But your shallowness is depressing
and I want to run a mile.
You’ve no interest in different folk –
your friends are all the same.
You’re missing the diversity
and it really is a shame.
I know my wrappings tatty
and you feel I’m second class.
But that’s ok I’m not your friend –
you’re nothing but an ass.
My mammy has a phrase
to show her point of view.
It’s one I think is fitting
and what I see in you:
“ALL FUR COAT AND NO KNICKERS”
I was dining out with a friend who has a fabulous career, is always stylish and socialises with business directors and career types. I was a watered down version of her in a past life. I love this friend and although we are different, we have lots of shared interests and a long history.
That said, she is very particular about certain things I couldn’t care less about. After eating my meal, I placed my cutlery together on the centre of my plate and sat the plate aside. She was horrified. I DIDN’T POINT MY KNIFE INWARDS!
Apparently people with a ‘lack of table manners’ at corporate events stand out and are judged. Do you know what? I don’t care. I’m proud if I manage to work out the right cutlery and if I only drop my napkin 3 times. If people ‘in the know’ are judging me, then whose problem is it? I don’t have a lot of time for those who base their opinion of me on where I place my knife at the end of a meal. There’s more to me than my knife placement.
A woman I worked with years ago was a ‘Dame’ – an honour bestowed on her by the Queen for her services to charity. Oh the irony! This Dame was telling a colleague how awful it was when the shopkeeper tried to converse with her – she had no time for shopkeepers’ small talk. It was obvious this woman believed the shopkeeper was ‘below’ her. Services to charity, eh?
The style, class, lovely table manners and titles given by the Queen are appealing and shiny on the outside – like a beautifully wrapped sweet. However, take that wrapper off and sometimes you discover something rotten.
I might not point my knife in at the end of the meal (!), but I’m always sure to thank the waiter and make polite (2 way) conversation around the table ensuring everyone is included. I don’t have a title from the queen for my charity work, but I was brought up with good manners and I’m polite. We’re all equals and each person has value – you’re no better than anyone else. As my mum says, ‘treat others as you wish to be treated yourself.’
I’m a sweet with a plain wrapper but I’m shiny on the inside! I just need to work on the shiny wrapping.