I’m sitting on the beach in Montauk at Gurney’s Inn and along comes a woman on her cell phone. She proceeds to stand in front of me blocking my view of the ocean. I understand the beach is free and people can sit and go where they please.
What was so moronic about all of this is she starts yelling into her phone, “I can’t hear you, the waves are too loud!”
Here’s an idea, walk away from the ocean you citidiot!
- Just trying to relax
Every summer my husband and I (and now daughter) take a day trip from our home in Center Moriches to the east end for some beach time, photo opportunities and delicious lobster roll sammies. Last year was no different and part of our trip included an a.m. jolt of caffeine from the Southampton Starbucks. My DH and daughter stayed in the car while I went in and got our drinks. I ordered and went to the counter to receive them when I noticed these 2 men berating the barista while their drinks were being made.
“Is that SOY milk?”
“Did you make that EXTRA HOT?”
Yelling and eye-rolling abounds! I felt so bad for the guy. When they finally got their drinks (and not a thank you to be heard) they stopped at the self serve area. I received my beverages, said my thank you and we shared a momentary I KNOW!! moment about frick and frack.
I wound up leaving the same time as them (and do you THINK they held the door??? Um, NO.) and they saw me getting into our vehicle.
One says to the other. “Look, a Jeep Commander” (they were getting into another Jeep) and the other one goes “Ew, it’s an 06!”
Oh, well excuuuuuse us. I’m not sure if they were rude locals or rude tourists but it was just an obnoxious experience to be a witness to.
- LP
I was driving with my daughter today to meet with our new primary care Dr in Southampton. We’re tooling along the back roads to try & save time & avoid traffic. We’re making great time for like the 1st half-hour. All of a sudden I see this white car with plastic garbage bags sticking out if it’s grille, come zooming up on our butts outta nowhere. The driver and car reminded me of something out of that Beastie Boys video that I can’t remember…Sabotage?
Well, we’re both watching the side mirrors because he just rides my ass thru all the turns even where there’s road construction going on. He would slow down enough to make the road people happy & then floor it right back to my back bumper. By this time, we’ve both seen “Jeepers Creepers”; and are thinking this is some crazed wacko…we don’t dare stop because he’s so close.
I wave him on past me so I could get rid of him. God, he seemed so determined to just get wherever the hell redneck crazy wackos hang out in the summer, but he’s wearing his Deliverance face & continues to stray over the yellow line & then back on my ass. Fine, follow me all the way to my Dr, but I’m gonna have to hurt you if you hit my car. What a jerk! I felt like Karen Silkwood, waiting to be bumped off the road.
It was more than a little unnerving till I related the story to my honey; he said he knew why we’re were being chased down….had to be the Obama ‘08 bumper sticker. How rude! GO OBAMA ‘08
- PB
- A simple way to avoid all of this is to cover your Obama sticker with one of our slick RudeHamptons bumper stickers.
This is a message for all the non drivers that travel on Sunrise (or any other interstate or highway). I would think people should know this but the left lane is intended for passing vehicles on the right.
At no point ever should anyone stay in the left hand lane.
After you pass someone you get back in the right hand lane. The right side of a vehicle is often considered the”blind spot” .
People shouldn’t be passing on the right because it’s not as safe as passing on the left.
If you are ever in the left hand lane and someone just passed you on the right. Take a second; realize that you are the non driver I am referring to and MOVE OVER !!
If you in the left hand lane and you feel someone is tailgating you, MOVE OVER to the right and realize that you indeed are also a non driver.
-SH
My wife and I decided to head to CittaNuova for dinner Thursday night. We sat right near the hostess desk and heard an earful of good times. Most people would not be happy with this table, but we were able to sit quickly and listen to the ensuing fun.
The highlight of the evening was when two women came in and approached the hostess.
“How long for a table?”
Hostess replies nicely, “30-35 minutes.”
“Uh, well is there any place else to eat in town?”
Hostess replies nicely, “Well you can walk around, there’s Sam’s and Rowdy Hall.”
“What kind of restaurants are those?”
Hostess again replies nicely as she is busy with real customers, “Italian and American.”
Off they go, but right behind them is a couple. He puts their name on the list and is nice to the hostess.
About 10 minutes later the dynamic duo shows back up and asks to put their name on the list. “I’m really hungry.”
Hostess, who at this point should tell them they’ve run out of food, nicely replies, “Sorry, but I can’t seat people based on their hunger levels.”
They then camped themselves at the gelato case and grabbed a waiter asking if they could have some bread. While this occurred the nice couple who had been behind them on their first visit were promptly seated.
- The Editor
Walking down main street in East Hampton (don’t ask me why I was dumb enough to even be near the village after Memorial Day.)
I hear honking and then “Hey, HEY!”. I turn around and see a BMW, with it’s occupants waving at me like they’re on fire. I go over to see the emergency and get “What are you, deaf? How do we get to the Maidstone Club?”
After a second of shock I recovered and sent them to Maidstone Park, as far into Springs as possible. They whipped an illegal U Turn and off to Springs they went.
If you ask a local for directions and actually want to get there, ask them nicely.
- L
