I didn't grow up in home where it was acceptable to:
a. say things about what others eat, such as"That doesn't look like a Weight Watchers lunch" ,
b. mistake someone for a thirteen-year-old, then laugh while I point it out to them,
c. make daily comments about other's clothing choices,
d. complain whenever anyone else is in remote earshot.
My co-workers, however, were obviously never been taught manners. The fact that I deal with this on a daily basis is either a glaring reminder of my sensitive nature or a gross display of my fellow teacher's poor etiquette. You know you were meant to be a teacher when the patience for your students outweighs that of the so-called adults around you.