City employees are some of the most polite, cordial service workers I’ve dealt with in Philly. (Really!)
I often note—and sometimes
write about—the lackluster quality of human interaction in this town, especially in service capacities. At a moment when service with a smile seems like a quaint vestige left over from those grand old times when people didn't whip out their phones in the middle of supper, I am generally satisfied if service comes with anything more than a grunt. People aren't
trying to be rude or unfriendly, I don't think: They're simply not trying at all.
There are, of course, exceptions to the new rule of less-is-more interaction, and the biggest surprise of all of these came to me recently, at jury duty. Obviously, I wasn't thrilled about fulfilling this particular civic duty—it's a pain to fall behind at work while you just sit (and sit and sit) waiting to be chosen or let go. I admit that when I got there, I was not trying to be my most courteous self, that I certainly did not walk in there with a smile. Nor did many of my fellow citizens.
To my great surprise, though, every city employee—from the guy at the metal detector to the people handing out name tags to the woman who wrangled all us potential jurors into our appropriate courtrooms to the bailiff—was exceedingly polite to the unsmiling masses.