Which leads me to being polite.....or more directly, "Is it ever ok to be rude?" When? I taught in a school system whose motto for years was to be "Firm, Friendly and Fair." Those guidelines, in tandem, work pretty well. But rude? Almost never.
Taylor and I just returned from a week in New York City. We don't do the Central Park carriage rides or have lunch at The Plaza. We did take in the zoo and scooted along the Hudson River bike path for miles. Neither of that challenged our need to be polite/rude. I had to wrangle with a couple of city bus drivers who wanted to refuse Taylor's scooter on their bus, but I simply said, "It's either this or his wheel chair. Pick one." So it was all good after that brief multiple choice option that left them "duh-less." I mean, what can they say to that??
When the universe did start messing with me again (and my "what are the lessons here?") was when our flight home was cancelled. Having already been delayed earlier in this crowded airport, tensions were high and true characters rose to the top. Simply put, I was appalled and stunned at how some fellow travelers approached and treated the airline employees. OK, it was true that we had no wedding to attend, no graduation to get to, no doctor's appointment to make---so we were not behind that deadline eight-ball. But still, waiting with Taylor in an airport is not right up there with my favorite things to do in life. But it gave me another opportunity for a "practice test"---practice what I say I believe---and see if meditation is paying off.