Entitlement. According to the dictionary it is the belief that one deserves special benefits or services. Lately, it seems a lot of people believe they deserve special benefits or services simply for being alive. It’s sort of like an, I deserve exactly what I want when I want it, all the time, no matter the circumstances attitude. Or maybe it’s just boundary pushing, testing how far one can push other people, how much one can get away with. Either way…it’s annoying!
I recently began working the front desk at a small yoga studio. Earlier this year they sold a large number of Groupons. For those of you who have been living under a rock, or simply enjoy paying full price for things, Groupons offer products, services, classes, etc. at hugely discounted prices. The studio sold Groupons for one month of unlimited yoga classes at a fraction of the cost members pay for the same thing. The vast majority of these Groupon folks have never been to the studio before, and the overwhelming majority have been lovely people. However, there have been those that like to fall outside of the majority and form a not so popular minority. The, I deserve the world during this month of virtually free yoga classes, minority. The, I would like to enact the word entitlement for you just in case you were wondering what the word really means crowd.
When you pay a fraction of the cost that normal customers pay, what makes you think you deserve anything more than common courtesy and the goods you purchased? You don’t deserve free stuff. You don’t deserve special privileges that even regular customers are not afforded. You do not get a free t-shirt or yoga mat. You do not get to leave your ginormous bag filled with god knows what behind the desk because you don’t trust an open cubby at the back of a room full of fellow New Yorkers doing yoga with you. (Do you really think in a tiny room someone is going to sneak into your bag while everyone is OMing or in downward dog without everyone noticing?) You do not get to take any of the props home. You do not get to complain that there are no lockers for you to leave your sweaty, smelly yoga clothes in all week. You don’t get to come ten minutes late then complain that the class is full of people who were able to get their lululemon clad butts to class on time. You get to bask in the glory of knowing you good a great deal.