Behave, please.

So as Bubbles said on the phone earlier this evening, "People just don't know how to behave sometimes."  Agreed, Bubbles!  Last night I was at Jacob Wirth's in Boston with my friends Sarah and Gina, and there were two couples at the bar, standing directly behind Sarah's seat.  They were seemingly straight, seemingly married couples, as both women were wearing (really ugly) wedding and engagement rings (I'm talking uuuugggglllyyy here, folks).  The two men appeared to be in their late thirties, maybe early forties, which made their behavior all the more confusing: they kept leaning on Sarah's chair and even put their elbows on the bar next to her plate while she was trying to eat.  They also were using outside, football-stadium voices, and remember, we were inside, at a bar.  They talk-yelled about how the Yankees suck, and how they're pro-union, and how they're in a union, and the Yankees suck, and they're in a union, and the Yankees suck, forfuckingever, while the wives stood behind them and didn't talk at all.  Not at all: not to each other, not to the men, not to anyone else in the bar.  It was quite strange. 

Why don't people like those guys have a sense of how to behave in public?  I accept that one can't be picky about one's family: families are the luck of the draw, it's a total crapshoot.  And yet, presumably these guys have been away from their original families (mom, dad, siblings) for awhile, and forged other relationships outside of those families (see above: wives with bad rings), and thus, should be able to recognize and correct the bad behavior that was maybe accepted in their original families.  And what about the women?  Why not say, hey, buddy, you're being kind of obnoxious, so why don't we move down toward the three empty seats at the bar and stop bothering these gals?  Why aren't they pickier?  Why'd they pick these guys, and why'd they, or the guys, pick those horrible rings?

So maybe I'm going to be called a big snob, but really, I'm not; I'm just PICKY.  I've gotten progressively pickier about the food I eat and the underwear I like and the soap I use as I've grown older, and I want everyone to evaluate, or re-evaluate, the food they're eating and the clothes they're wearing and the products they're using so that we're all living lives we choose, not just lives that are most convenient or cheapest or easiest.  Do it!  Be picky.  And be picky about the ring you wear to symbolize that you're partnered up for life.  You'll be wearing it forever, so don't choose or let someone give you a tacky ring.  Everyone you encounter has to look at it.  It's just polite.