Courtesy, Professionalism, Respect… Does that include hanging up on someone?

            Friday night. 3:00am. You’re either well into your zzzzz’s, or if you happen to be awake, let’s hope you’re partying like it’s 1999. Well I happened to be the former, that is, until nature called me to a semiconscious state. On autopilot, I glanced over at my cell phone and saw I had a voicemail. It was my friend, worried over the whereabouts of her boyfriend. She wasn’t sure if he was stuck underground (Note: NYC may be the “city that never sleeps” but the transit system certainly takes a major siesta during the wee hours) or if his bus had been delayed. We hung up, each planning to track him down through the bus company or the Port Authority Bus Terminal.

            I didn’t get ANYWHERE with the bus company, i.e. Greyhound. The customer service agent put me on hold only to come back and give me a different phone number to call. When I called that, it was an automated message at the Port Authority. Wow. He totally passed the buck. As an aside, I find it absolutely preposterous that every single airline has a “flight tracker” option on their website giving detailed information as to where a plane is, even if it’s mid-air, yet a bus company can’t tell me whether a bus has arrived at its final destination on the ground. Greyhound’s motto may be “Go Greyhound, and leave the driving to us,” but when it comes to arriving, well you can’t leave it to them cause they clearly don’t know.

            While my friend was trying to contact the Port Authority, I figured I’d try to call the Port Authority Police. They have a small station right inside the bus terminal. Surely they would be able to help me, right? Perhaps they could tell me how to get a hold of those people who page missing passengers over the loudspeakers. Or maybe they had a phone number for someone who could tell me whether the bus in question had ever arrived, and if not, where it was.

            I was actually surprised when my call was answered within a couple of rings. 3:00 a.m. must be a lull time for these folks. Anyway, Captain Someone-Or-Other greeted me. I was able to get out, “Hello, do you know how I get in touch with someone at the Port Authority who knows when the buses arrive—” before I was abruptly cut off by the captain who replied, “I have no idea.” CLICK. Did he actually hang up on me? I looked at the phone in disbelief. Yup, the call was terminated. Where does that fall under the realm of Courtesy, Professionalism OR Respect? Answer: It doesn’t.

            I sat there, stunned. I pondered whether I should call this captain back and give him a piece of my mind, but my friend texted me at that exact moment to say her boyfriend had arrived safely at her apartment. No foul play was involved in his tardiness. Train trouble, as it turned out, was the real culprit (thank you MTA). I looked at the phone again. Should I call the crabby captain? At that point, it was 3:30 a.m. and I had an eight-hour seminar in ironically less than eight hours. I decided Captain Someone-Or-Other was going to have to wait. I was going back to bed.

But the next morning, I kept thinking about what happened. Look, I’m sure the police get barraged with calls concerning questions which don’t necessarily fall under their job duties, and many other calls that are just plain outlandish. I get it. I spent many years answering phones as part of my job duties, and believe me, it wasn’t fun. I vividly remember my blood boiling as someone asked me the same stupid question (stupid in my mind, anyway) that ten other people just asked me. But I was not working for the police department. Shouldn’t the police be a step above the rest of us in terms of “customer service?”

            The give-everyone-the-benefit-of-the-doubt side of me wonders if perhaps I interrupted a busy workday for this particular cop. He could’ve been in the middle of something critical or time consuming. But what about compassion? Human kindness? Isn’t there always time for that? My coworker and I were recently talking about the importance of being nice to people and I offhandedly said, “Kindness is free. There’s no reason not to give it out.” Hear that, Captain Someone-Or-Other? I know we don’t live in a comic book world where an army of “super men” are going to save our fair city from all evildoers…. I was simply hoping for some manners.              

            But perhaps common courtesy is too much to ask for in a city where you can see someone plucking her boyfriend's nose hairs on the subway. And if you don’t believe me, check this out:  http://dinalaura.tumblr.com/post/24756602666/plucking-nose-hairs-and-other-things-people-do-on-the

            And to all of New York’s Finest who have been kind and gracious to me over the years, I thank you! Perhaps one of you can drop by to see Captain Someone-Or-Other and give him an etiquette lesson.