Midnight Snack Etiquette

I'd like to believe we live in a civilized world. A world where common sense prevails, a world where people act with common decency, a place with a sense of etiquette. A time where the common populace believes in something called "manners".

However, most recently my belief was shattered! Nay! Not shattered but ripped out of my guts and trampled on. To have this belief ripped out in such a harsh cruel way left me oh so saddened and longing for some kind of relief.

What or who was behind the loss of faith that I had for my fellow man? Well I won't say who, but I will tell you the events leading upto the ripping out of the guts.

Assume it was a pleasant night, the stars were shining, the wind rustling in the air, the dirt and allergens rising into your nostrils. It was a good night, and it was a night to celebrate. So there we were celebrating the night away. Some celebrating more than others.

I'd like to believe that I'm a very carefree person. I'd like to believe that I'm patient, understanding and generous. In fact, I think I'm generous to a fault, and this was proven true on this very night that we were celebrating away.

It started with me sitting in a dark room, sipping on a tall glass of barley brew. When without my knowledge, a pack of rats invaded my kitchen and unbeknownst to me made straight for my mini fridge. Unfortunately, they did not stop at sipping on the beverages that were inside the mini fridge. After all that would be acceptable on a night that was being celebrated away.

Nay! They went straight for the edible goodies and filled themselves to the brim. That still is acceptable. What trully made me lose my belief in all things decent isn't the fact that the pack of rats got to the kitchen, raided my mini fridge and devoured my small stack of edible goodies (Which I was saving for a cold winter, that is about to start in 4 - 6 hours).

Nope, what made me lose all hope is the fact that all this was done under subterfuge. Not once did the pack of rats ask for permission to raid the fridge. Some people would say I'm being a stickler. However, I'd like to believe that if I ever was a rat that had to raid a kitchen, I would have the common decency to say "Please Sir, May I raid that fridge?".

Sigh, T'is indeed a time for mourning. People wonder why there are wars? Why there is famine? Well, this is why! If everybody asked before they grabbed, if they took a minute to pause and ponder that maybe just maybe the concept of "asking" trully is what seperates us from animals. Well, I would imagine fewer wars, fewer famines and packs of rats not raiding my fridge.

On the flip side, somebody should really come up with protocol when dealing with the Midnight Snack Etiquette. Maybe just maybe, I will come up with something. After all, it means a better world for all.