If you’ve stepped onto the City College campus for more than two hours, chances are you will interact with at least 20 different people.

In that time and with that many interactions, chances are another member of the City College society will do something to piss you off.

Manners: Where have they gone and when did parents stop teaching their children the importance of being polite and considerate?

A woman sits in a class; her left leg, poor posture and muffin top seep into the aisles while students struggle to pass.

Students are silent and the flickering of phones has ceased. The psych professor jabbers on about Oedipus complexes and Freud.

Students sink further into their seats, depressed and ashamed as if the professor were talking directly at them.

The clatter of jingling key chains and ruffling paper breaks the trance.

The woman fumbles through her designer knock-off purse. She pulls out a blue toothbrush; the bristles covered with tattered tissue paper.

In her hands she examines the brush, smoothing the end of the handle then holding it up to the light. She shakes her head, unimpressed and upset.

Suddenly she unsheathes the inkwell of a cheap pen, using the tip of her teeth as pliers. She holds the pen up in all of its glory as if it’s the chalice of youth.

Looking in her direction, a student’s mouth widens, allowing dust particles and small bugs to find refuge in his mouth. His eyebrows curl into gnarled and sun-dried caterpillars.

He is appalled, surprised and terrified.

The leopard print deviant jams the ink tube into her ear. Her arm is bent at the elbow and cocks back and forth.

Students continue listening to the lecture, unabashed and unconcerned.

The pen is finally removed from the canal.

She wipes the oozing clots of earwax from the plastic and begins to write her notes.

As you cross the parking lot you may notice a Cadillac with spinning rims emitting too much bass and stealing a pedestrian’s right of way.

Perhaps a group of chatting schoolgirls in sun dresses and 3-inch heels will cross in front of your path almost nicking the tip of your foot.

You rush to open the door for them, hoping for a thank-you or even eye contact, with nothing in return but a scoff.

Where are you chivalry?

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“Opening a door or pulling a chair out,” says Iris Cirerol. “It’s old school, but it’s refreshing.”

Suddenly a bystander dressed in baggy clothes and wielding the noisy cellphone blurts out his definition.

“Calling a girl a ‘stupid bitch’ is disrespectful,” he says, “Calling them a ‘bad bitch’ is a compliment. It’s just an urban thing.”

Lunchtime shakes the pit of students’ stomachs and the café is bombarded with hunger. Complete disorganization and chaos hits the students while they cipher through drinks, chips and wait for food hot off the grill.

Café Grillers work with beads of sweat running down their foreheads and stains on the issued mesh collared shirts.

Tension seems to rise with the student’s hunger.

“Each day they have different moods,” says a City Café Griller. “Sometimes they can’t help it.”

The Griller says that students in the demographic of 18-25 are the most problematic.

Last semester there were three separate incidents with three different café employees. Each happened on the same day.

“We’re easy targets,” she says. “Some people are just rude and that’s their walk of life.”

Fragments of crumbs, puddles of sticky liquids, recyclables, and spread out chairs leave the café in shambles.

Dressed in blue collared shirts, two men leave the café through the sliding doors.

One of the workers pushes a laundry cart filled with a collection of litter while the other holds a cellophane bag filled with coffee cups and pizza crusts.

Their chests are puffed and their posture is straight, dignified and working.

Like the Café employees, sanitation expert Jerry “Scary” Pair and his co-worker are hit with full force by the students’ lack of etiquette.

Pair brandishes a tattoo that reads, “Expect the Unexpected, “ while he and the co-worker explains the psyche of students with a bulging smile on his face.

“You gotta’ ask yourself, would you leave boom-boom un-flushed in your mother or father’s house?” says Pair’s associate.

Pair and his co-worker nod heads.

“Students need to use the facilities at their disposal with respect,” Pair says. “Treat it like your own home.”