Archive for the ‘On the Jitney’ Category

Ignore the Elderly

Wednesday, August 25th, 2010

This reminds me of something I witnessed on the Jitney years ago and have been sorry about ever since that I did not stick up for the victim.

In the early days of cell phones, before it was common knowledge that it is tabu to talk on your cell phone on the Jitney, an obnoxious younger man was loudly talking so everyone could hear his life’s story.

An elderly lady next to him asked him to lower his volume. After several painful minutes of listening to this guy, she went to the busdriver and asked him to tell the guy to get off the phone.

The driver stood up and asked him to hang up and the guy says, “I’m not going to hang up just because some old lady is bothered.”

I bit my tongue and have lived to regret not sticking up for her.

- Shop Girl

A Prick’s Guide To Seating On The Jitney

Friday, August 7th, 2009

So it was a quiet night on the Jitney back to Manhattan on Tuesday night.

In East Hampton a pretty (and clearly pregnant) lady in a flowing white dress gets on the Jitney.  She settles in, puts her bags up top, and relaxes.  Right before we got to Southampton she went to the rest room leaving her water bottle on her seat.  Mind you her luggage was above her seat in the overhead bin.

This was her seat.

This “typical” couple gets on the bus and since we are in Southampton not a lot of double seats are available.  Normally 2 people would split up as it’s understood they are on a crowded bus and they are getting on at the last stop OR they would ask someone if they are willing to move so they can sit together.  It’s not common or acceptable to just take someone’s seat and toss their water bottle on the floor.  This is what happened.

The guy was oozing with “prick” attitude.  “Who’s sitting here.  Is someone sitting here?”  The lady behind said “Yes, someone is sitting there”.  “Well where are they?”.  “In the bathroom”.  He replies with, “Well maybe they should not have left, I can’t tell anyone was sitting here.”

So the couple sits down, puts the water bottle on the floor and the pregnant lady comes back to her seat and calmly says that she was sitting there.

He put on his tough guy prick voice and said, “Hey, are you flying solo”.

She was like, “That’s my seat, you can’t just take it; that’s rude.”

He replied with, well you’re a single and I’m part of a couple and we want to sit together so if you wouldn’t mind moving (as if he gave her a choice).

She was visibly upset and then the blond bitchy other half of the couple responds with, “You are over-reacting.  This is not rude.  We are trying to sit together so you can just sit somewhere else.”  It was so dismissive and condescending.

It was literally the lamest thing I’ve ever seen in my many years of coming to the Hamptons in the summers.  People around were shocked about the bastardized and entitled behavior of the couple.  They stole a seat from a pregnant lady and then made her feel like she was weird for wanting it back.

And FYI, she wasn’t technically flying solo.  She is carrying a baby……….So it’s 2 on 2 - not 2 on 1.  And props to the pregnant lady because she was so cool and refined about the whole situation.  She asked for her water to be picked up off the floor and she took another seat and made no big deal about it.  That’s class and that doesn’t happen often.

Fyi to the couple - what you did was rude.  Clearly you checked your conscience with your fake LV luggage under the bus.

I was lucky enough to pick a tweet up from our friends at Guest of a Guest and Doug was kind enough to send me the full story - The Editor

FYI to the couple on the Jitney who took a pregant woman’s seat while she was in the bathroom and then told her to go elsewhere…thats F’ed

The Incensed Lady and Sleeping Mask Guy

Monday, August 14th, 2006

Riding the Ambassador class Jitney this morning I got to experience something I haven’t seen yet. I boarded at 6:30am in East Hampton to an empty bus and boarded with about six other passengers.

We stopped in Watermill and apparently the stewardess asked a lady boarding if she had a reservation.

This is necessary because this is a reservation only bus.

This lady became incensed that she asked for her name and checked it on the manifest and called it in. Why? Because I gathered later on that she called in the reservation that morning and the passenger manifest is printed out the night before. If they accidentally bumped someone there would be a really big problem.

The incensed lady sat in a window seat next to a gentleman who proceeded to pull out a sleep mask so he could sleep on the way into Manhattan.

Now the fun begins, the lady asks the stewardess for a receipt, which she provided, then she demanded that the stewardess write her name on the back so she could lodge a formal complaint. The stewardess already has apologized multiple times regarding the misunderstanding explaining that it’s her job to ask. I give extra kudos to the stewardess for not giving up her name.

Not good enough, the incensed lady continues to raise her voice and wakes sleeping mask guy next to her. Sleeping mask guy has a buddy sitting across the isle who he lifts the mask to and smiles. At this point the incensed lady apologizes for waking him. Why screaming was necessary, who knows?

What I did forget to add was the entire time the incensed lady was so upset she was talking to herself.

Once we arrive in Manhattan sleeping mask guy and his buddy start chatting about the reason they pay $5 extra for the Ambassador is to avoid episodes like we all experienced.

Sincerely,

The Editor

Please scare the driver so everyone dies

Saturday, August 5th, 2006

On the Jitney to East Hampton yesterday, a lady thought it would be a great idea to walk up to the front of the bus while the driver is trying to cross traffic on 27 and ask if she could sit in the front row.

She scared the driver almost half dead.

You might think this wasn’t too bad, but she crouched down right behind her, the driver didn’t see her coming in the rear view mirror. Then she asked her question.

Signed,

The Weekly Commuter