I’m warning you now – I may be about to have an unfair rant. A rant about British people. British people and their manners.
That’s why I’m giving you the chance to stop reading now.
Right here. Especially if you’re British or adverse to sweeping cultural generalizations because in my mind, this does not happen in America. In my mind, the people of America clear paths, sprinkle rose petals on the ground and softly sing lullabies when a momma with a baby is coming through.
Clearly this is going to be a rational post.
Well…considered yourself fairly warned. You made the call. I do not want to be likened to Prince Philip in the comments section.
I am not an entitled Mummy. I do not walk into town to throw my maternal weight around (which you will find in my baby-lifting arm and shoved in the bottom of my changing bag). I don’t wave my toddler around your face to try and jump a queue or expect everyone to stop and open doors for me (although that does help – thank you.)
Because my daughter is 1, she goes in her buggy when we are walking through town. When shopping for her buggy, personally inconveniencing you didn’t fall in the top 5 of my pushchair criteria. It was #9.
But British people, when you see me in a restaurant or public area trying to squeeze past you, I am not TRYING to hit your table. I am not intentionally getting the wheels of the buggy caught on your chair and in the hangers spilling from your Primark bag.
I smiled at you.
I politely said, “So sorry. Pardon me.”
And I am met with no eye contact, no attempts to be helpful and at most, an ever so slight scoot of a chair.
It’s a small ask. I would just like the tiniest acknowledgement the “path” I’m trying to navigate is like trying to drive a small person in a tank through a garden gate. So, if you could stand up, push your chair in and be inconvenienced for 3 seconds to help a struggling mother out, I’d really appreciate it.
Please and thank you and start being nicer to me or I swear I will drive this buggy straight into your shins.