Courtesy is a word nowadays mostly seen on the doors of some corporate cars. It is however, a principle and practice that seems fast going extinct. Where have all the gentlemen gone? Is there still a gallant young man on the bus who would stand up and offer his seat to a lady? And where are the ladies whose beauty is fashioned by graceful tones and charming gestures? Rudeness is on display. Anger is worn like a mask.
At the stop sign haste has right of way. Using indicators are for those without telepathic powers. A circle gives the biggest brute on wheels an arrogant confidence to go first. The yellow light of the robot signals to the rats that the race has started.
When making a telephonic inquiry a liar promises to phone you back. Sometimes at certain shops I say to an attendant: "I'm so sorry to disturb you. Do you mind if I buy something at this store?" The attendant, busy on a cell phone, would look up annoyed, not get up, and grunts: "Can I help you?" No, thank you. I do not think you want to.
Courtesy is a kindness. It is a gentle gesture of humane esteem for others founded on self-respect. It is a polite reply. It is saying: "thank you" and "please". It is a manner in which consideration is given to the elderly, the disabled, those who are smaller, those who are slower and those who are weaker. Giants might move mountains and reach the sky, but it is the gentle folk who tend the tiny things and the little people who paint the flowers' faces.