Yesterday while lifeguarding, I went over to the baby
pool to clean off the drain covers, and noticed a father whose kids were in the
pool chewing what looked like gum. Since he’s not a regular at our pool, and
since sooner or later parents of preschoolers ordinarily get into the water, I
told him politely that gum-chewing in the water isn’t allowed.
Him: It’s not gum. It’s a cookie.
Me: Same applies. No food or gum
in the water.
Him: How come?
Daughter (looked to be five or
six) in sing-songy “you’re-not-the-boss-of-me” voice: I chewed gum in the pool!
Me [ignoring her and replying to
dad’s “How come?”]: A few reasons: First, you could choke on it. Second, if it
comes out of your mouth, it gets stuck in the filtration system.
With over 30 years’ experience at this job, I didn’t wait
for their assent, but instead just glided off. But here’s the thing: Everyone
knows the “charming” sterotype of the “sassy Sabra” and “Israeli chutzpa”. But
really, it’s not cute, nor is it charming. Questioning authority? Sure, if it’s
a question of unfairness. Speaking out against discrimination or injustice?
Absolutely. But arguing with the traffic cop simply to prove you’re no sucker,
or he’s not the boss of you? Not admirable in the least. And the example of
that snotty kid in the pool, or rather, her snotty parent, is precisely where
this attitude begins.
What (mature) adult, when told by a lifeguard, “X is prohibited
here” asks “How come?” Isn’t “No food or gum in the pool” self-explanatory? Or
if not completely understandable, isn’t setting an example for one’s children
of being a good citizen more valuable than challenging the lifeguard over
something that doesn’t prevent you from enjoying your swim? Wasn’t I at least
owed the father interjecting, “Susie, listen to the lifeguard. She’s explaining
the rules to you.” But instead, the dad was more preoccupied with proving to
himself that “I’m not the boss of him”.
PS: Later I saw the son, who
looked to be two or three, peeing on the pavement. I said to the dad, “Hey. That’s
what the bathroom is for.”
Dad: He just did it.
Me: So say something to him.
While
I certainly wouldn’t berate a child of that age for not having full control
over his bladder, would it hurt for the dad to say, “Hey, Buddy. Next time you
have to go, tell me and we’ll try to make it to the bathroom”? Jeez. At least
give your kid something to shoot for, other than producing the next trashy
lowlife, or “Sassy Sabra”.
Yes! I agree. Except for naming the little girl Susie. First, we Susies are the ploni almoni of America and I'm sick of it. And second, there are no little girls named Susie any more! :-)
ReplyDeleteSusan, I hear ya. I actually debated whether to use "Plony", but I'm always afraid non-Hebrew readers will mistake it for an actual name and we'll have little Plonys running around in a few years. Frightening!
ReplyDeleteThere's a fine line (I take that back; it's a deep, dark chasm, hardly fine) between sass and standing your ground. Mostly the line is "politeness". Where do these rude people get their chutzpah? From the sense of entitlement two generations ago. At 16, I cried at the movie "Exodus" as the ship made its brave way (accompanied by grand heroic music) to Palestine; at 70, the secular aspect of my nature shakes its head in baffled wonder at the words to that song: "This land is mine / God gave this land to me." In 1948 the Garden of Eden it wasn't. What the Jewish people built there is a source of awe, and therein lies a sense of entitlement. But let's subtract the false pride and hubris, shed the sass, and learn some manners already.
ReplyDeleteI would personally show deep respect to a lifeguard, whose goodwill and services I might need an hour later.
Hi Miriam
ReplyDeleteIs this true and did it happen at Ketera to you, or are you using this as an example of "sassy" behavior? Amazing crudeness and rudeness, but we get some of this in America too. We also get anti all authority types here as well.
Happened to me. Otherwise I'd've quoted the source.
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