Yes, I could have asked them to get a clue and move their stuff, but it was too early for confrontation and I think I work with these people. Still, I fixated on the absurdness of it all. I wasn’t asking these boys/men to give me their seat, I just wanted them to sit a little less comfortably with their skis between their legs and their newspapers folded over so I too could enjoy the luxury of sitting before I performed a very physically demanding job. I wondered if it was their age or maybe, just maybe, our location.
I’ve recently been spending sometime outside my bubble of Jackson in a more “real world” place, and am surprised to discover that a large number of doors are held open as a matter of course. These observations lead me to wonder: is chivalry only dead in Jackson?