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I’ve hesitated to write this as I know it will read as a good old whinge. But I just can’t help myself.
I just returned from seven weeks in Vancouver, Canada. (No, I’m not going to comment on the fact that Melbourne outdid Vancouver once again for being recognised as the “most liveable city in the world”.)
But I have to say, if good manners and politeness factored into this evaluation, I don’t think Melbourne would stand a chance.
So, upon what do I base this assertion?
Just imagine for a moment; you are standing at an intersection waiting for a break
in the flow of traffic so you can cross safely. There are no traffic lights to control the vehicle traffic. There are no pedestrian markings on the road to indicate a cross-walk. To your surprise, a driver three lanes over stops his car and waives you across. You do so reluctantly because you see oncoming traffic in other lanes. But lane by lane, all the traffic stops – it’s safe to cross.
So that’s it? Am I building my case on this peculiar traffic custom? NO.
I used Vancouver’s public transport extensively; automated trains and buses.
Here’s another observation that contrasts significantly with Melbourne’s public transport. The bus drivers are friendly to and engage with passengers. Don’t know where to get off the bus? Just ask the driver. He’ll call out the stop when he gets close to it and pull over even if you didn’t respond to his alert. He calls again, “This is your stop, passenger, the connecting bus you want is around the corner!” And by the time you get to your stop you have learned that passengers always thank the driver. “Thanks, driver!” each passenger calls out as he steps off the bus. So you do the same. After all, we Aussies are polite too, right?
Here’s another one. When you climb onto a crowded bus, standing room only, two or three people stand and offer you their seats. Admittedly, I’m obviously a senior. But it’s a little off-putting when one of the people who makes the offer is a woman in her early fifties. I mean, this is taking manners to the extreme. () Mmm… haven’t seen this in Melbourne.
Finally, parting traffic, helpful bus-drivers and considerate passengers aside, here’s what impressed me most. It was like I was in a curse-free zone for most of the time there.
I realise TV broadcasters are disallowed by law from F-bombs and cursing. But this prohibition does not extend to the general public on the street.
We enjoyed a wonderful evening at one of Vancouver’s popular inner-city beaches watching the finalist in the Canada Day Fireworks Competition. To get a good viewing location, tens of thousands of Vancouver citizens started claiming their viewpoints some 3 hours before sunset, the start of a spectacular 45 minute display of pyrotechnics. Young people, families with children, adults young and old waited for the show. The crowd behaviour was exemplary. People engaged in conversation with strangers. As drinking in public is illegal in Canada, there was a complete absence of loutish behaviour. And just no cursing – a safe place to take ones children without fear of verbal pollution. ()
Why does this impress me? Because, immediately upon arriving home at the Tullamarine Airport, I couldn’t help but overhear a small group of young people, boys and girls freely expressing themselves with every vile expletive known.
How common – how sad! Whatever happened to good manners?
21 Then Moses stretched out his hand over the sea, and the Lord drove the sea back by a strong east wind all night and made the sea dry land, and the waters were divided. 22 And the people of Israel went into the midst of the sea on dry ground, the waters being a wall to them on their right hand and on their left.
10 Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor.
29 Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear.