My son and I were volunteering at a benefit in East Hampton on Sat 8/14 and as we were leaving, I was trying to find my way to main st, via a side street and was pulled over by a rude police office, who claimed I was speeding.
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.
- M
My friend and I were going to get bagels at Goldberg’s in East Hampton near the beverage store and as you would expect on a Sunday morning, the lines were quite long. A very old man (looked around 90) was waiting in front of me patiently when this young guy with the baseball cap turned around walks up to the front of the line and tells one of the servers “I am not waiting on this line for one bagel”.
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.
- Peggy
Here we go, Amy Paul, who may or may not be a teacher in Rye NY gets upset about the service at the Palm in East Hampton.
Ok. This one tops it for me.
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!
-MN
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This kind of thing has happened a few times.
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.
- B
My husband, daughter and I had just finished seeing a movie in East Hampton over July 4th weekend. We crossed the street and were trying to head back to the parking lot through the pass-through by Starbucks.
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.
So annoying!
- A
