If I didn't think I'd go to jail... I would just maybe smack the crap out of a few people!
I would like to start by saying, I've lived in many states, but NY is by far the worst
when it comes to people and their hospitality, manners and home training.
Need to turn left from the right hand lane while driving?
Sure! Just go right in front of me, nearly making me hit you.
Need a lane to pass someone when one doesn't exist?
Sure! Just make your own!!
I got cut off by a school bus today. Seriously? Come on now.
I hate when cashiers don't greet the customer. I'm a friendly person, so when I come up
to a cashier no matter where I am, I greet them. Only in NY
will you be ignored or get a quick, nasty "hi" like you are bothering them.
I'm sorry, did I bother you while you were, um, working?
Why are you working in customer service when your an asshole?
Please tell me, please?
For instance here is a convo between me and the cashier at Walmart as I'm checking out...
Me- "Hi, how are you?"
Her- "Ok." (She snaps it quickly with a smirk on her face. She didn't even look up at me)
(She then rings everything up, points to the total on the screen and just looks at me, saying nothing)
Me- "Having a bad day?"
Me- "Well, it seems like it."
Believe me, I'm not thrilled about standing in a mile long line (which they always are here)
and now I'm looking at your ugly mug and dealing with your nasty attitude (your breath stunk too).
But, I'm polite to you... until you are nasty to me.
And while I'm ranting... can I just comment on one more thing?
I hate, hate, hate when military wives try and wear their husbands rank!
If I meet you at my child's bus stop, I do not need you to inform me in every other
sentence out of your mouth that your husband is a staff sergeant. Big deal.
Do I care what your husbands rank is? No.
Should I treat you any differently because of your husbands rank? No.
I treat everyone with respect, I don't give a flip what your husbands
rank is, it's his, not yours.
I seriously met someone who repeatedly said, "My husband, the staff sergeant."
This was after she asked my husbands rank and then went on to tell me her husband outranked mine.
Am I a smaller, less important person because my husband is "just a sergeant?" No.
Um, your husband has been in five more years than my husband... of course he outranks him.
Can I slap you now? Please?