I'm 48, white and say excuse me or excuse me please all the time. |
It reminds me of a story my father’s coworker once told him, with some chagrin. She had overheard her young daughter talking with a friend, who asked, “Do you know what this means?” (displaying “the finger”) The daughter replied, “I’m not sure, but I think it means something like, “You are a very bad driver.” |
I certainly say pardon me or excuse me when needed.
That said, I never stand and hem and haw in front of the cereal for so long that people need to say “excuse me,” and I don’t block the aisles or block the flow of traffic. |
She's not wrong. |
Nope. Clearly you don’t know the social rules. It’s not rude to say “excuse me/pardon me” if it’s unclear of what’s going on in front of you. What I mean by creepedly standing behind you, the person may have no idea someone is standing behind them. But I often don’t feel a person’s presence and will be startled that someone is behind me! They just standing there and don’t say anything. Or folks bump into you or crash into your basket (actually physically bump into you, this happens at Costco a lot). It’s rude not to say excuse me or pardon me. I was at aldi the other day looking at some ice cream in the freezer, comparing expiration dates and this teenage girl just stood behind me, like 5 inches behind me. Startled the $hit out of me, I turned around and was like, will you give me some space. If they want to reach in quickly, the proper thing to do is say “pardon me or excuse me, may I just grab a carton of vanilla please?” She was so close, when I swung around my pony tail landed in her mouth. I was like WTF! Or not say thanks when someone holds the door for you and your family. |
I don’t find this to be true at all. People are very friendly here. |
What’s mocking is when they call me “young lady.” I’m 65. |
I haven't found this to be true at all. |
I park my shopping cart sideways in the aisle like everyone else. And then agonize over the optimal Cheerios purchases. Family or regular size? Will I live long enough to finish the family size? What if DC is invaded? I could leave half a box of unfinished Cheerios on my shelf. What will people think of me?!??!?? |
I’m a California native (first-gen American) and DH is from Michigan. We say “pardon me” and “excuse me”, as do our young adult offspring, who are born and bred Washingtonians. None of us uses “sir” or ma’am” as a matter of course, but occasionally it’s useful to address strangers that way— e.g., “Sir, did you mean to leave your Starbucks cup on the table? I don’t believe the gate agents have time to tidy up after us.” |
That question, asked in a manner that is begging for eye rolls, is going to get a response of “FU” 95% of the time. |
I do all the time. I don’t put a lot of weight in anecdotal observational “this never happens”. It likely relies on confirmation bias and selective memory. |
“Pardon” is déclassé and I would never use it. I say excuse me all the time, though. |
But do you have any Grey Poupon? |
Oh no! Not déclassé! What horror. |