I depend on my mood and the situation.
I really dislike beggars in the streets. Especially here in Norway where there is no need to beg. My disliking started when some idiot beggar boasted in a newspaper article that he received 30 000 NoK ($5000) a month tax-free from begging in the streets. This was far more than I earned busting my @ss off at the time in the military. From that moment I usually tell them were to go if they stop me in the street asking for money (which is the work centre, the social office or some place where it is rather hot). I am remembering my fellow beings when abroad though.
One time in Lithuania, I and a couple of friends had been to a concert in one of the beautiful churches in Kaunas. When we got out there was an old beggar woman there with a tin cup at the bottom of the stairs. We emptied our pockets and gave her all our change. We didn’t realise that what we gave her amounted to a months pay in Lithuania. To us it wouldn’t buy much in Norway. Tears streamed down her chin and we asked a by passer to tell us what this lady was trying to communicate to us. She had prayed for help when her pension had not come this month and thanked her Lord for the three Angles that had helped her in her time of need. Yeah, we were all tall blond guys, but wings we had not.
I dislike people talking on the phone in shops and on public transportation or people being rude to others. But I usually don’t do anything other than sending them an evil look.
Again it depends on the mood. I once told a guy to shut the hell up on a bus. This particular bus you don’t pay to ride. It is a service for those that park a little outside the town centre and it takes a roundtrip into the city. This particular day the bus broke down when it was about to leave. It was full of people both standing and sitting down. This guy was obviously either a drug addict or a general trouble maker. He started to mouth off to the driver about the bad service and the driver's lacking abilities to drive buses. There was an elderly Danish couple there where the man had a slight touch of claustrophobia and this trouble maker started mouthing to them as well.
I turned to this fellow and with drill instructor piercing eyes and voice, I told the man to shut up, drop to the floor and give 20. Ok, not the last part, but I explained why his behaviour was making him sound really stupid. This was a free bus service and he hadn’t paid to be there, in fact I bet he had no car parked in the parking house (I said some other stuff as well not fit for printing). The bus driver was on his walkie talkie and didn’t notice the Danish elderly man and his wife because of the throng on the bus. I opened the back door by using the emergency lever to let them out and they thanked me for handling the situation.
With queue cutting (called “smiting” here). I usually don’t make a scene when it happens. I don’t think there is a culture to cut lines here and people usually ask if they can get in front of you. I am not one to decline, and will usually let people in front of me if they are elderly or pregnant even if they don’t ask.
I can’t speak for all of Norway but my feel is that the elderly and people not from big cities are bolder and more up front than people in cities. It is not unusual to see an elderly man scolding an adolescent young man for putting his feet on the seat in front of him, or a youngster for sitting when they should give their seat up for an old lady or a pregnant woman.
I guess people should be told how to behave in public... If they don't like what you say, tough!![]()
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