Someday I'm going to make t-shirts that say: NEW YORKERS AREN'T RUDE, TOURISTS ARE SLOW.
I may be able to sell them for fifty bucks apiece.
Our other rude thing that isn't necessarily rude is the little mental-personal-space-bubble that we adopt on public transportation. It's not that we're ignoring the pregnant or elderly or handicapped person eyeing our seat, its that we're ignoring EVERYBODY.
More than once I've given someone a "psst... someone needs your seat" nudge-nod and had four people jump up.
Oh yeah, there have been multiple times I didn't realize the person standing in front of me was old/pregnant/whatever until I went to get up, because I literally never looked up that far. Oops.
Well, crap, ita. that utterly sucks.
I've got a question about the Stand Right/Walk Left rule. Is that true also in places where you drive on the opposite side of the street?
Our other rude thing that isn't necessarily rude is the little mental-personal-space-bubble that we adopt on public transportation. It's not that we're ignoring the pregnant or elderly or handicapped person eyeing our seat, its that we're ignoring EVERYBODY.
Oh yeah. I'm always irritated by the "people are so rude, they don't talk to people on the bus!" thing. Thing is, when you run into a couple of people on your way someplace, it makes sense to talk to them. When you spend up to several hours each day surrounded by total strangers, you would never stop talking. Plus, some of them are assholes. So you pretend nobody else exists, and you get more reading done!
That could be a great horror movie. "The Elevator Dings for Thee". It can be a great trailer counting floors numbers and showing carnage in the elevator lobbies with elevator music in the background. Then have the camera zooms in on the closed elevators doors with the sound of a heartbeat in the background. Finally have the light blink on and the ding sound right as the trailer fades out and ends.
Don't forget the ominous shadow slounging on the wall.
A woman in at one of the hotels in Tahoe literally ran over my foot (I was in flip flops because I had just had a pedicure and was on my way to my room) with her damned 400 lb. suitcase because she was talking on her cell phone and striding through the lobbby completely oblivious to everything around her. My foot hurt like hell!
I'm not particularly confrontational in public, but this time, I pushed her suitcase with my other foot to get her attention. And when she looked up, startled but with a "WTF" stare at me, I told her that she'd run over my foot with her suitcase and that she was out of line. I showed her my foot, which quite clearly had her suitcases's wheels imprinted on it, and was bright red.
She apologized sincerely, but that didn't stop a couple of guys who had seen the whole thing from yelling at her about her cell phone and how "some people can't talk and walk" at the same time.
Is it wrong that I felt kinda good about the guys' comments even after she said she was sorry? I hope it gives her a second thought next time she's on the cell, but it probably won't.
(The wheels miraculously missed my toes and spared screwing up the polish!)
ETA: ITA. I am sorry about the funding. That sucks. Any way at all they'll be able to keep you on?
So, I'm having a problem. Everytime I finish reading all the posts in Bitches, Natter has like a couple hundred. When I've read those, Bitches is back up to a hundred or so. Lather rinse repeat.
Is there a scientific theory/formula that covers this?
Also, next Wednesday is slightly offensive t-shirt day up here. I think I'm going to wear my t-shirt from the bar that says "It's like the G-spot. If you can't find it, you can't come" or the one that says "We're all here because we're not all there."
Our other rude thing that isn't necessarily rude is the little mental-personal-space-bubble that we adopt on public transportation. It's not that we're ignoring the pregnant or elderly or handicapped person eyeing our seat, its that we're ignoring EVERYBODY.
I think people here are generally pretty good about that. Although it might be because of MUNI drivers like the guy I had earlier this week who came out of his driver's seat and into the train to personally ask individual people to get up for the elderly people that had come on board.
Oy. My five hours of sleep have caught up to me, and I feel like a zombie right now.
Also? The Starbucks in the lobby didn't have any cupcakes. Not cool.
