The Rude Hamptons - Tales of People Behaving Badly In Long Island’s Summer Playground

Read Heather’s post and thought I’d share.

I’m a Sag Harbor native now living in Arizona. Yeah, I wish it was the way it was when we were growing up (for me that would be the late 60s, 70s, and early 80s).

When I was 12, I worked at a farm stand on the highway in Sagaponack. (This was about 1979 or 1980.) Every Sunday the highway was crammed wtih traffic going back to the city. We had a lot of business on Sundays.

One day a woman bought a bunch of produce. About ten minutes later she returned to the stand, stood in front of me, and uncurled her hand, which held a nickel.

I didn’t get it, but being a polite young (country) boy, I asked her if could help her. “You shortchanged me a nickel,” she said, delivered in an intonation which suggested I’d committed an offense on a par with running over one of her children in the street.

Some things have never changed out there, Heather. Just the good things.

Scott S.

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Hi my name is Heather.

I was born and raised out here in East Hampton and I got to say it gets worse and worse every summer. I swear people just get even more mean every year. I hate it here but then again I love it, it’s where I grew up, it’s hard being away from home. The people that come out here in the summer think we owe them something like we have to kiss the ground they walk on and it makes me sick.

I’m a person just like the rest of you.

The “city people” and “Jersey people” and celebrities that come out here should respect us locals just like we respect them. I want things to be back to the way they use to be when my parents were growing up. I can’t stand all of these people. If only people knew what kids have to deal with out here and what locals have to deal with out here then maybe more people would have respect for us.

Kids can’t do ANYTHING out here.

It’s 50 dollars to go to the bowling ally it’s 10.50 for a movie. I don’t know I just figured I’d share that.

- Heather

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I’m currently upgrading my blog platform software as well as playing with the layout and format to get ready for this 2008 Hamptons summer season.

With the economy tanking and Wallstreet reeling from the credit crunch there is bound to be a high level of rudeness.

Stay tuned and send in your stories!!

The Editor

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I was exiting Lynch’s last weekend and I saw some folks following me out so I held the door. There was one woman with a small child making her way. She and child stopped on the threshold of the doorway, she proceeded to put a hat on her
child’s head, then walk out the door.

All the while I am holding the door, see…I got no thank you or any acknowledgment for this deed whatsoever.

Thought for sure I’d get at least a thank you out of her for making me wait.

- B

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Summer is over and I thought it would be nice to summarize some of the press this site had this year.

The Long Island Press October 3rd Edition - Article here

The East Hampton Press June 27th Edition - Article here

Blog Hampton - Two posts - Witch Way to 7-11 and Feeling disgruntled? dial this..

Thanks for the coverage

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I’m ringing up a guy and he says “oh man I can’t wait for all of these tourists to get out of here, it’s nice when it’s just us locals.”

I turn to the bag boy next to me with a smirk and turn back to the guy and laugh and say, “yea, he’s from the city.” (referring to the bag boy) and the guy looks at me and says “yeah, me too.”

It amuses me how city people think that they’re locals just because they own a house out here.

- Shocked and Awed

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And this is my all time favorite.

A somewhat new girl had rung up a a middle aged couple. She didn’t make any drastic mistakes and there was no confrontation during the check out. After paying the woman decides to say that the girl had rung her up wrong. Being somewhat new, the girl didn’t want to deal with it and asked me to help the lady.

Meanwhile our manager type man, J, was there trying to keep the lady calm. Her complaint was that she was charged $1.99 for arugula when it was only $.99. I corrected her and told her that it was $1.99 and she probably misread the sign.

J told her to quit while she was ahead, but she persisted.

I re-rang her entire purchase not once, but twice, and in turned out she owed us 68 cents because the other cashier had accidentally put in the wrong code for a certain lettuce (not the arugula).

J tells her that she should have just let it go and she could keep her 68 cents. She mumble something to the effect of, “I’m right, the sign for the arugula said 99 cents.”

Fed up with her arrogance I run to salad greens section grab the sign and ran back to the front of the store, but the lady had already left, but I desperately wanted to prove her wrong. I ran after her, outside the store and up to her car and shoved the sign in her face.

Dumbfounded, she didn’t admit that she had simply misread it, her eyes had slipped over the 1, no, she said there was another sign that said .99 cents.

I told her again that she was wrong, the sign I had was the only sign, and that arugula was not and had never been 99 cents. She stormed off, speechless.

It was my revenge on all of the stuck up, self righteous jerks that I had to deal with.

- Shocked and Awed

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