Oh Denver. You’re such a laid back, easy going, hard-to-be-mad-at kind of gal that telling you this is very difficult: you’re manners could use some work. Don’t get me wrong you’re not nearly as self involved or entitled as some cities (cough, Los Angeles, cough, cough). Or as rude as some others (we heart New York but New Yorkers rarely heart us back). Denver you’re pretty darn friendly and helpful as larger US cities go. But perhaps your laid back nature or too many hits of the green stuff has made some manners basics simply slip your mind. From atrocious standing in line behavior to shocking cell phone don’ts, Denver you need a refresher course. And that’s where I come in.
Who the !@# am I to tell the fine folks of Denver how to live? I’m nobody really expect I am a writer who has worked in PR in LA and Denver and in the service industry. I’m a natural observer who had the Golden Rule pounded into his head gently by my family and not so gently by the nuns who taught me in Catholic school. And as if those credentials aren’t enough, I won a manners award in 3rd grade.
Mainly I’m a person who believes that the path to happiness is paved with consideration for others and small acts of kindness. Also, there are lots of questions in the world of etiquette I don’t know the answer to and the most considerate way to handle things that baffle me is to ask for help. So I’d like to have a funny, frank and informative exchange with you readers about the daily etiquette conundrums that face us the fine folks of Denver. Tell me what etiquette blunders drive you bonkers. Ask me how to solve personal politeness puzzles! Or enlighten us with your own triumphs of courtsey, where your good behavior elevated a bad situation. With that, I say let the awesome manner-fest begin!