Tuesday, November 16, 2010
There were two men sitting a row ahead of me. They were seated next to each other but they weren't together.
One man was quiet and an older gentleman, he was very thin and looked like a college professor type. The other man was younger (mid-forties) and a typical cidiot - type. He was fat and pompous and dressed in an expensive suit and flashy Cartier watch.
The cidiot was speaking LOUDLY on his cell phone for what seemed like 45 minutes. No one said anything to him and neither did the Jitney host even though she should have. After a long while the cidiot finally finished his phone call that everyone on the bus had just heard half of.
There was a moment of silence.
Then the cidiot picked up his cell phone again and started dialing.
The older gentleman turned to him gently and said, "excuse me, did you know there was a limited cell phone policy on the Jitney?"
The cidiot turned to the old man and screamed "hey a**hole FU** You!!!" and then preceded to make his phone call that he was on until the end of the bus ride.
Friday, October 29, 2010
A woman came up to me and said, "Is this the front of the line or the back of the line?"
I replied "This is the front of the line" and then she quickly added "or does it not matter" and she stood in front of me, making herself first in line.
I was quite impressed with her quick thinking. I will have to use that line myself, next time I want to make sure I get a seat before anyone else.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
As we were walking there was a line of "tourists" coming at us and you think someone would move aside as not to bump into her but ran right into her and you gu...essed it, wound up wearing the ice cream cone (chocolate on white). They got really upset but I just said "next time watch where you are going and you won't have a big brown spot on your pants.
Then said have a nice day and walked away. (you think they would have offered to buy a replacement for a crying 6yr old) The nerve of some people.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
We enjoy the ocean beach by Mecox Bay and drove to the end of Flying Point Road when we saw an open space and parked.
Some a**hole came running over screaming "that's ours, we've been waiting for that space!"
Grandma (who was driving her red mini) said, "What do you mean?"
A**hole said, "We've lived here ten years and that's how we do it."
Grandma said, "I've lived here 25 years and never heard of that."
The nerve of some people!
Does buying an Escalade (or such) include rights over other people, or just the right to be an a**hole (and greedy gas guzzler)?
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
He was just ahead of me at the line to the cashier, yammering away on his cell LOUDLY, so all could hear his one sided conversation about where he would be dining that night. (dropping the obligatory comments about Della Femina, Nick & Toni's etc.)
When he gets to the cashier with his purchase he is still squawking away on his cell, and just throws his debit card at the cashier. She just folds her arms and stares at him and steps back while listening to him talk. After a minute, he demands that he be rung-up, he's in a hurry after all, what's the problem.
Then he starts tapping the card on the counter, asking why he is not being taken care of, she says with a straight face and a firm voice "Sir, you just looked so busy and so immersed in such an important call, I did not want to disturb you. I'll just wait until you are done with your conversation and will be happy to assist you. In the meantime, STEP AWAY FROM THE REGISTER WHILE YOU ARE ON THE PHONE. (Then sweetly) May I help the next person please?"
Ha - silenced!
Grabbed his card and walked out leaving his lousy Tylenol on the counter. I stepped up with a big smile and wanted to kiss that lady. And now I know that Numbnuts like this are the reason why so many banks & shops out here have to post signs that say no cell phone use at the counter!
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
I work at a popular East End liquor store. We have sales often over holiday weekends, and quite often are very very busy. One weekend this summer, I was alone at the store because the other employee had gone home sick. I normally run the register and help people with selections while the other employee does all the lifting (I am recovering from spinal fusion surgery). Our system worked great, and I had spent the better part of the day alone and fully capable of cover the store alone. At least until about 6pm.
The store was pretty crowded, I was ringing up customers. This woman, who is a regular customer, and not the nicest, was milling around. I offered to point her in whatever direction she needed, and she shook her head and walked away. I have a line about 4-5 deep, and she walks up to the counter, clears her throat until I look at her, "Excuse me, I've been walking around for 15 minutes, waiting for someone to help me," I look at her flabbergasted and ask how can I help you, she tells me she wants a case of our popular cheap rose. I finish with the customer I'm ringing up, I let her know I'm going to check the stock on the computer real fast and if we have it she will have to wait online to purchase.
She tells me not to bother she found a case of it, I ask if she is sure, that sometimes the empty boxes are used in case stacks, or that sometimes, just because one wine is displayed on top of a stack of cases, doesn't mean all the cases are that same wine. She states she is sure and huffs to the back of the line. I continue helping customers, until its her turn. She complains how she had to wait, how shes going to be late and its all my fault. I smile apologize, and point out that there was a line, and I must help people in the order of the line. I ring up the 12 bottles she's assured me we have, she pays with her Black Amex of course.
My line at this point is 6-7 people deep, I ask her where she saw the case of the rose, and she turns around and says there is a stack of it right by counter, mind you this rose, that she has previously bought case of comes in a blue box... the case stack is all white boxes. I know when I rang her up, stock said we had 1 case left, but with the store being rearranged a couple days before, the location wasn't listed.
I am now trying to run around looking for the case, my line is piling up, I ask her if she can wait 5 min so I can help a couple more customers, and she says "No, you've waisted to much of my time already."
Now just in case the one citidiot isn't being bitchy enough, now all the other citidiots (probably more than half the line) are all getting snippy too.
One guys hands me a fifty, shows me 2 bottles and informs me he is taking these and that this should be enough to cover it. Others are getting nasty.
I located the case (no more then 5 minutes after starting to look) push it into the middle of the aisle with my foot, she looks at me, and says, "my car is parked next door," I look at her, her female friend and the guy with them who looks to be in his mid-twenties, and say, "I'm sorry, I'm not supposed to be lifting anything, but I can carry this out for you in a few minutes on the dolly, but first I must check out all the people on the line."
"We'll I just paid for it, you have to put it in my car for me."
I was astonished, no please, no thank you for finding it, nothing. I informed her, (my patience really starting to run thin, and the citidiots in line are all bitching and whining) I will bring it to your car as soon as I'm done ringing all these customers up, but if you cannot wait that long, perhaps you or one of the people you are with will carry it out for you.
She huffed about me being rude and having no customer service skills, how I am ripping her off on a 11 dollar bottle of rose, and yelled at the guy to carry the box out.
My line, now almost to the door, full of fidgeting and bitching people, start commenting, as I begin to help them, poor service, that the woman is probably right about the prices, they can get it cheaper in the city.
Finally when I get to the last person, its a regular YEAR ROUND customer. And all she can say is, "I'm not sure how you or any other person working in the hamptons during the summer can stand these people, they treat you like you are their personal slaves and only here to serve their needs."
Thank god, the summer is over, and the citidiot invasion is almost over for a few months, this year seemed to be the worst out of the past 15 years I have worked in the hamptons over the summer.
Monday, October 18, 2010
There was a family who was (I'm assuming) from the Hamptons or city. They were very loud, very rude and thought they were Gods gift to this world.
This woman (the mother) orders a ceaser salad. Ok easy. My brother brings it out for her with the dressing on the side in a cup like she asked for. She starts to flip out because the salad dressing is not mixed throughout the salad so she sends it back.
Another salad comes out with the dressing mixed in and she flips out again because "there was more dressing on the salad then was in the cup."
So my brother gets a new undressed salad beings the dressing over, she pours her desired amount on and then makes my brother toss the salad till it was perfect.
After they left he found out they stiffed him.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
The following morning, 6:30 AM, I found him painting the fence that is right across from my front door.
Now, his wife goes down the driveway, flipping the bird!
Check out the photo on Facebook - click here
- Sad in Springs
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Last weekend (Labor Day Weekend) my husband was outside in our yard walking our 10 week old puppy. Of course, like puppies do, he peed and pooped.
A car came screaming down our short dead end road, turned around in MY driveway, then had the nerve to stop and ask my husband if he was going to "clean" up after his dog.
Ummmm, 1st off, it's our yard, of course we are. 2nd, it's none of your business.
The passenger in the car proceeded to YELL at my husband because he said, "It's my yard, it's ok."
She screamed profanities at my husband and then had the nerve to ask, "is this what you teach your son?" (oh, yeah, my 8 year old son was outside to).
They then sped off down the road. We then decided to take a walk only to run into this obnoxious couple forcing other people to hurry up and get up from a table in front of the Golden Pear in Bridgehampton. My husband just smiled at them and said "have a good day."
Some people are so rude.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
I've seen the worst of the worst.
Remsemburg, people with their "25 mph slow down Remsemburg" bumper stickers driving 45 on Main street and then yelling and cursing at me because I'm doing...yes you guessed it...25mph...
Next up is Westhampton/Westhampton Beach...yes it is a Hampton and I actually live in WHB...there's numerous things I can write here...from the bikers on Dune road to the people not knowing how to park on Main street...yes the Waldbaums has the worst parking lot ever...
Yo the "dog morning walkers" taking up all of Main street...
Next is Quogue...please pull over to the side of the road when you're on your little bike rides...I'm trying to work - driving everywhere and you're riding your bike in the middle of the street doesn't help me...
Seriously do I need to talk about Southampton or East Hampton hahaha...
Anyways you get my point...these citiots need to learn how to drive when they come from the city to visit their summer weekend homes...if it wasn't for these people I wouldn't have a job..but please work with us people..were just trying to work out there...
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
This weekend I had the pleasure of being passed while doing 30 in a 25 in the middle of town on Sagg road/Madison street.
To the middle age idiot driving the vet, your car sucks so much, please we are not impressed.
Now for the Audi A7 who blew the stop sing at Main and Madison then honked and flipped me off, his wife did too.
First off, very classy, second perhaps a course in drivers ed would do you some good.
When you have a stop sign here is a hint, stop.
When the on coming lane has the right away, let them go.
Flooring your car, driving at them and flipping them off while you honk shows you have no idea how to drive or read road signs.
As for the rude girl next to you, f-off, your fat.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
We knew going in that there would be snooty people, elitists, and citiots, but we wanted to check it out and at least put the experience of going under our belt.
I think next year there should be a etiquette seminar for those in the aforementioned categories.
Of course, the most efficient means to get from point A to point B is a straight line, however, if such a route is blocked by a perpendicular line (points C and D) of people waiting at a food kiosk, the common sense approach would be to say "excuse me" when you opt to take advantage of the 2 foot break between person 5 and person 6 who are standing on the point C and point D line.
After about the 5th non-gracious offender anytime a person attempted to bust their way through, I put my foot in the way.
Monday, September 13, 2010
They send everything back because they don't want to pay for it and then hand you an American Express Black card and tip next to nothing!
Sunday, September 12, 2010
So, I was in line at Rite Aid in Bridgehampton last night, repulsed by a lady in her well-worn pajamas and bedroom slippers.
It's obvious she has not changed out of them in days and just threw on a funky hoodie.
It is rude to mingle in public places in your intimate clothing, period.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
You wouldn't put your toddler or best friend in the back of an open pickup truck....why put your dog in that kind of danger?
How about the guy who ran into my vet's office with his injured dog who said he put his dog in the back of the truck and the dog saw a squirrel and jumped out. (duh) Instinct will take over.
Imagine when you stop suddenly and your dog flies out of the truck, or worse, you run over your own dog.
I've heard of that happening. It's called centrifical force.
How about when people leave their dogs to bake in an oven called their car?
Anyone noticed the carnage on the road? There is a lot of animal traffic on our roads. Where's the fire? Slow down folks, these are country roads.
Is it just me or is there a tailgating epidemic these days.
I work in a retail store and we have our very own reality show out the window.
One of the many rude things we witness regularly are the folks who pull up and park in the handicapped space and then get out and walk away looking perfectly healthy.
One day recently two customers came in and said that someone had purposely hit their car to keep them from getting into a parking space.
Then there's the guy who owns his very own traffic cone and uses it to save himself a parking spot.
We also had a customer who said that if we didn't immediately produce a missing part to the chair he bought he would throw it through our glass storefront.
My friendly farm stand guy says that people pull up right in front of the door, blocking everyone else from entering and shout out to him from the window without getting out, "Gimme this and gimme that." They expect him to go to and from the car to deliver the fruits and vegetables and collect money and then return with change.
Ever notice people literally standing dangerously close to the road (with their kids) to feed the swans in the East Hampton pond?
Is it just me or does common sense go out the window?
- Is it just me?
Friday, September 10, 2010
An his wife complained how 'hard' the tomatoes were. I thought they were great.
My dad gave the car in front of us a little honk. Then we noticed that the car was with the biker, we where stuck behind them all the way to the skate park.
City people suck, can't wait for school and cityidots to leave.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Usually everyone is very careful to abide by the 20mph speed limit as they pass the Bridgehampton School.
Not today... a guy in his Escalade pickup honks and point at the upcoming 30 mph sign and then passes me on the left, crossing over the double yellow line. He speeds ahead (while on his cellphone) and I get a thrill when I catch up to him seconds later, at a dead stop at the red light.
Seriously, what's the point?
- Shop Girl
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
This reminds me of a personal favorite Rude Hamptons story - Georgi Vodka Beats Ketel One In Blind Taste Test
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
I was reading a message by the side of the road in Bridgehampton when a Mercedes pulled up and the woman behind the wheel rolled down her window and asked where Mecox rd was.
I told her to go to the end of Halsey lane and Mecox Rd would there. She said no it's not and I shouldn't be working for a utility if I didn't know how to direct her to Mecox Rd. With that she drove off toward Southampton.
Friday, September 3, 2010
All of a sudden, a LAMBORGHINI was on my a**...he continually was honking his horn & flashing his headlights.
He drove around me, while continuing to flash his lights/honking his horn... Gave me a BIRD, how sweet!
Where did he think he was??
In Germany, on the AUTOBAHN???
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Here' my most recent story.
I was in Southampton in the Health Food Store. A man infront of me had bought soup. He paid in cash, got his change and asked for a spoon.
The cashier handed him a spoon and he said, "Are your hands clean?"
She looked puzzled and he continued, "Have you washed your hands?"
She answered, "Yes..."
I'm thinking he's just handled US currency and he's worried about his spoon...
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Suddenly a man (if you want to call him that) in a BMW convertible goes around me and gives me the finger when I honk at him.
By the way, he nearly hit the poor family.
I took his plate # and called the S.H. police to let them know about it.
Sag Harbor needs summer TCO's to help with their traffic situation on main street and the 6 way stops by the wharf and bridge area. East Hampton has TCO's everywhere.
Oh, and by the way, if everyone would just stop tailgating there would be no gridlock either.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
In East Hampton.
At the intersection of Newtown Lane and Main Street.
A big boo-hoo to the idiot chick in the huge SUV who honked, rolled down her window, and yelled at walkers crossing WITH THE BLINKING WHITE WALK SIGN that we were in HER WAY to make a right turn on red!?
Yay for the well-dressed glamorous ladies who beat me to the punch (so-to-speak) and yelled back to READ THE LIGHTED SIGNS!
Another one for the Rude Hamptons website. Grrrrrrrr.
"Why would you want to know?" was the response.
Sufficeth it to say I'm never shopping there again, but I may very well have an accident with a carton or two of eggs there one of these days.
Monday, August 30, 2010
I recently found a nice "hole" where I would not be too close to the other beachgoers. Not 5 minutes later a family arrived and set up their chairs right in front of me.
They were so close that one of their children actually commented, "Mom, aren't we too close to these people?" Of course the mom said, "No!" and sat down.
But even worse was the evening I was at the beach enjoying sandwiches and salads with my husband when a large family - possibly a reunion - arrived. They did set up their chairs, etc, a decent distance away, but then sent one of the boys to dig a hole for a beach fire. The child started digging about 3 feet behind my chair.
When his mom came over to check out his work - he hadn't done much yet - and tell him dinner was ready, I asked them to please dig a little further away.
Of course I got another "No!"
Not too long after, they actually lit that fire just a few feet from my chair.
What is wrong with people?
I explained I am not from the area and was trying to find my way out and was not speeding down a side street, he was so rude and gave me a ticket.
Friday, August 27, 2010
I go to pull into a spot and see there is ginormous Lincoln Navigator (in black of course) deliberately parked over the line to take up two spots. I checked to see if there was a handicapped sticker on the car, because I can understand someone with a wheelchair needing to take the two spots.
Of course, I didn't find one. Luckily, I was able to find a blank piece of paper in my car and left a nice note for the driver of the Navigator that read, "Learn how to park."
When I returned to my car I saw the Navigator had gone, and seemingly took my note along with it, just in case it forgot how to park in the future.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
What I would like to say is that my husband grew up in the Hamptons. Since we no longer have family there taking my son surfing at K road required an elaborate shuttle exercise. My husband bought day passes at Ponquogue Beach, dropped us off with his board and all our beach stuff, and then returned to Ponquogue Beach to park. My husband would then bike to K road. The process had to be reversed at the end of the day, with hubby taking the bike back to Ponquogue and getting the car to come collect us. Honestly locals only is one thing but as a tourist destination for surfing the town doesn't seem tourist friendly at all.
When you compound the insult with the poor value for money of our stay at the Drake on Penny Lane it ends up being a case of when bad things happen to beautiful places.
Is it really true? You can't go home again...
In the early days of cell phones, before it was common knowledge that it is tabu to talk on your cell phone on the Jitney, an obnoxious younger man was loudly talking so everyone could hear his life's story.
An elderly lady next to him asked him to lower his volume. After several painful minutes of listening to this guy, she went to the busdriver and asked him to tell the guy to get off the phone.
The driver stood up and asked him to hang up and the guy says, "I'm not going to hang up just because some old lady is bothered."
I bit my tongue and have lived to regret not sticking up for her.
- Shop Girl
Oh course the lab only has eyes for the stick and ignored him.
A beautiful day and I have to listen to this ugl...y noise and avoid this excuse for a dog.
The owner kept walking down the beach and saw what her dog was doing, but did nothing!
Finally after the dog kept coming back to nip and YAP some more, I waved my arms and said, "Shoo, GET!"
She comes back and says, "don't hit my dog with that stick"
"Really! I'm just trying to teach him some manners... "
She says "he's just trying to be social."
She really thought her dog biting and YAAPing was social behavior?????
Then she walks off and shoots me the bird like we're on the highway... where do these aggressive people come from???
Thursday, August 19, 2010
She looked scared and gave him his bagel.
My friend and I looked at each other and commented on the entitled people of the Hamptons. We finally left and were going west on 27 and there was quite a backup as you approach the light near the CVS. We were going to turn right at the light going towards the IGA but we waited in line as we were not near the broken line that allows you to go into the turning lane.
Suddenly a car comes flying by on the shoulder of the road and my friend screams "it's him."
We look at each other in disgust when a police car with its lights on goes flying by us on the shoulder and, you guessed it, he gets pulled over. We high fived each other and it was a moment that brought us some insane joy.
I wanted to pull up to the police car and say "he cut the bagel line too" but I just enjoyed watching him sit PATIENTLY as the cop wrote the ticket.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
An old lady comments, "we don't eat in public in Southampton. That's for New York City."
She then goes down the street to her car, and leaves her cart in the middle of the sidewalk.
I had to restrain myself from confronting her. No excuse for rude behavior even if you are old!
While driving west towards town pond in East Hampton, we were passed by a luxurious Mercedes driven by a young chickie. She passed my son after the merge, and cut him off.
Moments later, she plowed into the back of another Mercedes.
Of course I told my son to pull over, so we pulled in behind both vehicles. The elderly man in the first car (also a fancy smancy Mercedes) got out of his car and sat on the grass. I walked over to him, when he gestured at me to go away, and rudely told me that he was okay and didn't need help.
Thinking he was in shock, I asked if he was sure. He was sure alright.
My son had approached us by this time, and didn't even have the chance to ask if everyone were okay, when the man told my 17 yr old son to f@*k off.
We retreated back to the car, and the drivers proceeded to get back in their car. The young chippie pulled an illegal u-turn, dented up front end and all, and headed back east. The man took an alternate route.
I guess it doesn't take too much to surmise that the rude man got plowed into by his own daughter, hence dismissing us and any help. I guess he would rather pay (what appeared to be probably around $30,000 between both cars) for it himself, than to go through his insurance.
Hmmmm, maybe this wasn't the first time that his wreckless, ding dong daughter (or other close relative) did something this stupid. So much for being the good samaritan, or for teaching our youth what caring about each other is all about. Hmmpf!
Monday, July 26, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
All the ellipticals are often in use. But people come and go. You can't stay on one of those things forever.
I had 5 minutes remaining on my workout when the young woman from the front desk interrupts me to report there is another member who would like to use the specific elliptical I am on. The attendant tells me the other member has said that I have been on the machine for over 50 minutes which is beyond the limit.
It was also just plain made up fiction.
Pointing to the digital time display I show her I have only 5 minutes remaining, then it will be free.
Hearing this, the other member flies into a public display about how valuable her time is and she shouldn't have to wait. By now, after the outburst, the clock is ticking and I explain I will be off in 2 minutes. When I get off the machine, she announces to everyone how rude and inconsiderate I am.
The attendant apologized profusely and explained this member was adamant that she be given that machine. I explained to her when people behave this way it is in fact possible to turn to them and ask them to be patient for 5 minutes rather than indulging their bad behavior simply cause they are making the biggest scene.
It is not uncommon for your machine of choice to be occupied at the gym. It happens in the city all the time and usually people wait patiently. Somehow out here this person chose to let us know how valuable her time was.
Funny enough, as I finally finished those last 2 minutes, two other machines became available simultaneously. An unpleasant way to start a beautiful Sunday which could have been easily avoided.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Today, driving down Neck Path in Springs, I come to a stop at the corner of Neck and Old Stone (market on the corner) to make a left onto Old Stone.
The East End Taxi behind me bombs through the market parking lot to get ahead of me. Not only rude but incredibly dangerous in an active parking area.
Two couples with a gaggle of children all named Aidan, Brayden, and Jayden were standing around chit-chatting while the kids ran around like maniacs pushing and hitting each other. There were about a dozen other people trying to get through the pass through (as the movie just let out) and they just kept on talking, not moving, letting their kids run wild.
As I'm trying to dodge the flying child fists (and avoid them hitting my 3 year old), I finally said, "EXCUSE ME, PLEASE!" and they just looked shocked, and still didn't move.
All of us had to snake our way dodging and weaving through this rude brood.
The only available pump required me to drive around the store island. As I drove around the island, a blond women in a black, CA registered, beat up, 4 Runner pulled onto the gas station, facing the same problem as I did from the other direction, she had to turn around in order to face the pump. She passed the pump preparing to do a turn around, when I pulled up at the pump just behind her after I drove around the store island.
After she saw me, she rolled down the window and gave me a fine sample of her repertoire of "f" and "a" words. I explained the situation to her, that I arrived at the gas station prior to her and moved on to fill my car. She pulled up behind the car at the pump next to me to start a conversation with the driver of the car in front of her, who quickly recommended to release the German Shepherd which was seated in the backside of her car, all of this while eying me.
Believe it or not, the women opened the door to let her German Shepherd out without a leash.
Fortunately I was done filling up my car at this point and left the gas station thinking how that poor dog must listen to that woman's foul mouth all the time.
Friday, June 18, 2010
One of the cars was a jeep liberty occupied by a very elderly handicapped lady.
The other was a Mercedes Benz driven by a forty year old man. He had the classic city boy in the Hamptons uniform on; popped collar polo shirt, shorts, boat shoes, aviator sunglasses, and too much gel in his hair.
They were both staring at each other, I looked at both and walked in between the cars. Obviously one of them was going the wrong way and that made them end up in this stupid situation. Instead of putting his car in reverse and backing out, the forty year old man waited for me to be about a hundred feet away.
He gets out of his car and proceeds to yell at the woman telling her she doesn't know how to drive.
The old lady put her car in reverse and backed up.
It took all my power not do a one eighty run, the hundred feet, grab this guy by his head, and smash his face on the roof of his car. Lucky for him I have to pass strict background checks for the agencies I am applying to and assault is a disqualifying offense.
Friday, May 28, 2010
So I leaned in and said, "The line is over here!"
So they look at me like I have ten heads and say, "Well why would the line be over there? How is anybody supposed to know that. That is stupid."
So I say "Well that is the way it has always been in this store!"
Not the best rude story, could have been a lot worse. It is just the intro to the summer. And I will NOT keep my mouth shut!
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Just as the gates were opening, a silver Jaguar, with a male driver of the same hair color and a bottle blonde at his side, emerged.
Rather than motion us "Come on," he put up his hand and told us to "Stop."
When will this kind of newcomer realize that his cheap trophy wife, money, deer fences, privacy hedges, and electric gates does not him a gentleman make.
Monday, January 4, 2010
This morning, I had an encounter with such gratuitous meanness and rudeness that it almost gave me a heart attack! In the past, I've often been a customer at a local printing store. (Okay. Guess what? The shop's name is Montauk Printing. In East Hampton, on the Reutershan parking lot.) This morning, the sun was shining, there were no crowds in town, and I was in a great mood. Then I went into Montauk Printing to buy some paper.
I walked in, picked up a pack of paper, put it on the counter, and -- in order to free my hand to get at my wallet in my purse -- placed a cup of coffee onto the counter top. "GET THAT OFF MY COUNTER" shrieked the owner, leaping towards me. She didn't say this in any kind of joking way. She didn't say this in any kind of explanatory way. She said it in the infuriated, correctional tone a prison guard would use when correcting the behavior of a convicted murderer who had put his hand on the prison fence.
Because I've become totally unaccustomed to inexplicable, mindless rudeness and meanness, I was very meek and mild and apologetic. "I'm sorry," I simpered, and took the coffee cup off the counter as quickly as humanly possible. (The coffee cup wasn't dripping or anything whatsoever. But I guess the owner doesn't want anything that might potentially leave liquid anywhere near a surface that often holds paper products, right? Unlike in other stores, where it's considered polite to place drink cups on a counter, out of harm's way, at Montauk Printing you should automatically know in advance that this is an unspeakable crime.)
The owner then explained that I had picked up the wrong kind of paper. "If you want regular paper, take the one that says 'Meteor,' on the shelf behind you, to the right, with blue and black...." So I said, "Oh, good, thanks," and stepped back to the shelf and put my hand on a blue-and-black packet of paper marked "Meteor."
"No, not that one!" she barked at me, with inexpressible force and annoyance, "the one on the RIGHT"
I shifted my hand to another packet -- also blue-and-black, also marked "Meteor" -- right next to the first one, and asked, "This one?" And she barked, with mind-boggling unnecessary nastiness: "THAT'S YOUR RIGHT, ISN'T IT??????"
Oh. My lawrd. Who talks to another human being like this? Much less a customer? I just gave a wry smile and paid and thanked her.
But WTF? If someone had behaved like this in Nova Scotia, literally, people would think they were, literally, ill, and would be express concern, and would gather in neighborly groups to see if the crazily, inexplicably rude person
perhaps needed a doctor.
- Left for Nova Scotia