What is really rude in the Hamptons is the audacity of the prices charged at Round Swamp Farm in East Hampton.
For $ 66.08, I bought 3 tomatoes, 3 small containers of chicken salad, a bouquet of local flowers, and 5 cookies.
Never again !!!!!
- P
It’s widely accepted that Round Swamp isn’t the cheapest place to shop, but much of the product is local - The Editor
So, I decided to get out early on Saturday morning to do some yard saling. Me and my sister ran into Noyak Deli in Sag Harbor to get breakfast. We ordered and were just standing around waiting for it to be ready.
A little later, two young college dropout looking guys go up to the counter with five or six cases of beer and start yelling at the cashier because the store doesn’t take ATM Cards and they have no other way of payment.
Me and my sister were actually scared to go get our breakfasts on the counter once they were ready because of how angry these guys were getting.
It’s not the cashier’s fault they don’t take ATM Cards! And it’s not like there’s anything they can do about it. You don’t have money? Sucks for you! Yelling will not make an ATM Machine suddenly appear so chill out and enjoy your vacation in the Hamptons.
- Hannah
Run into Country Gardens Farmstand to buy some last minute things for dinner.
A lady is pondering over strawberries while her four year old son eats almost a whole carton of raspberries. She doesn’t say anything to her son to make him stop eating them.
She buys only the strawberries, leaving the carton of raspberries behind, on the shelf, half eaten.
- Hannah
No parent should ever, ever experience a complete stranger causing any level of harm to their child, but unfortunately we experienced such an event Thursday, May 21st at Waldbaums on Newtown Lane between 6 and 6:30pm. While checking out my groceries with my daughter in the cart, a lady behind us was behaving oddly, raising her arms up and sighing exaggeratingly since we were taking a while (I had quite the cart full), and my 3 year old was hungry and tired after a long day in the sun, causing her to whine and rub her eyes in a normal, preschooler way.
When my daughter reached over and touched her toilet paper (since the lady didn’t use a divider, my daughter assumed it was ours), the woman snapped and smackes my daughter in the arm by the wrist. Shocked, my child pulled away, holding her arm and staring at her without a word, and chaos ensued as I stepped in and asked her What in the holy hell she was thinking laying a hand my daughter.
Words were exchanged and the manager stepped in to diffuse the situation, and along with our cashier she handled it in an absolutely amazing manner of grace and charm which I am ever so grateful for, keeping my daughter occupied and telling me it will be alright, while I was shaking too hard to even swipe my debit card properly. My husband and I then rushed our children to our truck, but the woman fled before I returned to call the police. All we have now is a desciption of who appeared to be the Crypt keepers Wife in a gaudy black hat with white zebra stripes who possibly lives off of goats blood, has an amazing affinity for toilet paper and a violently predatory urge to hurt children.
I would of (and regretfully should of) kept the woman at the store until the proper authorities arrived, but as a mother, I was so overwhelmed with shock and rage at her actions, I now only regret that I was unable to see her odd behavior before the assault as a warning to protect my child from her in the first place. It’s now 7am the following day and I am still at a loss as visions of my daughter holding her arm and widening her eyes in fear and hurt played through my head all night, though everyone who has so far heard what happened from both myself and others in the store have been amazingly supportive in telling me I restrained myself well, and how as parents they would of retaliated in the same way if not worse. If a cart wasn’t between us we would probably both be eating our breakfast in jail. That is a fact I am sure any parent can relate to.
Moral of the story: Now that Summer has officially begun with Memorial Day Weekend arriving, please, everyone needs to keep in mind what kind of unstable people can appear around here. Even if they claim to of been here all year long people are still able to transform themselves into complete animals at any age. Keep your children close, and if this ever happens to you and your child please, notify the authorities immediately no matter how shocking and enraging it feels. Men and women like her do indeed exist, running loose until they hit the next child and are unable to escape the wrath of the protective parent and police afterwards.
- EM
Saturday Aug 30. Labor Day Weekend.
I go into Java Nation like I’ve been doing pretty much every day. I know everyone that works there & has worked there. I have a thermos which grants me a small discount on a cup of coffee there.
Every day it’s $1.00, regardless of who’s working.
But today one of the owners (pretty obvious which one since the other one is cool as shit) told me $1.75. I actually had only brought four quarters with me, so I had to bring up the discrepancy.
The owner got mad with me about disputing the price & took my coffee out of my hand & tossed it into the sink, handed me back my empty thermos, & yelled GET OUT & pointed to the door.
I really wasn’t going to force the issue and was about to ask her if I can bring her the 75 cents next time, since I’m in there everyday but by that time she was already wasting my coffee down the sink.
My suggestion is f*ckin hire somebody so she don’t have to be behind the counter cuz that sh!t isn’t working.
- Devoted Java Nation Customer
I am a cashier at the new Amagansett Farmers Market (now owned by Eli Zabar, the food is pretty good) and I am happy to report that most people have been quite courteous to me, considering that I am working a cash register alone and quite young.
Today, however, I was checking my prices with the price guide, when a woman yelled at me for pricing her four cucumbers incorrectly. It was said on the guide that cucumbers were $1.49/lb. As the cucumbers were relatively light, this figured out to about $1.20 each. The woman screamed that I was ripping her off, and claimed that a sign outsides called cucumbers 99 cents each. I had already swiped her credit card, and said that it was too late for that.
She refused to leave and asked to see Eli himself. I offered her $1.25 out of my own pocket but she refused, on a crusade to correct this “fallacy.”
I asked her to get out of this shop right now, I have other people to service. I showed her the math on paper, and she couldn’t deny I was right. I did not give her anything. She left in a huff, and people were switching to the other line throughout.
One man in the back stayed, simply to say to me “what a bitch.”; This is my favorite man in the world. I hope he sees this.
- The Cashier
I check this website all the time in the summer. I finally have a story that I just had to post. I have lived out here for half my life, and went to the schools. So, I know what the summers are like, and I begin my Labor Day countdown when Memorial Day is over.
I work at a beverage store in East Hampton. We get our share of the weird people in the summer. One guy even asked me, “How many bottles are in a case of 12?” Another one asked, “Is the beer in the cooler cold?” So you get an idea of what we deal with.
Yesterday was a usual Friday in the summer. I was waiting on people and my co-workers were working hard in putting their orders together. A woman was next in line comes up to the counter. She had on one of the typical tourists hats on, and had a French accent.
The conversation went like this:
French Woman: “Do you deliver?”
Me: “Yes, we do. Monday through Friday.”
French Woman: I am staying across the street. Will you be able to bring my order there?”
Me: “Yes, but we also have a ten case minimum. But, for a same day delivery, you have to have your order placed by 11am.”
French Woman: (Gives me a deer in the headlights look) But it is just right
across the street.”
Me: “Yes, I know Madame. I am sure something might be able to be worked out for you, but the delivery man is out on deliveries, and I cannot ask him right now.”
French Woman:(Sighs and rolls her eyes at me) “Well, how long is he going to be out?”
Me: “I am not sure, most likely not until 4:30 or 5.”
French Woman: “Well can someone walk over with me to the hotel? I don’t have a car. I can’t carry that much stuff because I have a baby in a stroller?”
Me: “I am sorry madame we will not be able to do that.”
(She is starting to roll her eyes again.)
French Woman: “Why not it is just right across the street?”
Me: “Yes, I know but it is not possible. It is a very busy road. It would be too dangerous for the him to take a heavy handtruck across the street. Also, it is very hot outside. It is a question of safety.”
By now one of my co workers has come up to the counter and was listening to the conversation. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. She finally walks away after telling me that she will just get a few things then. She walks around the store for ten minutes. I wanted to know where is the baby in the stroller she was talking about. After she paid and left, we were talking about it, and sure hoped she didn’t leave the child outside alone in this heat. After she left, we all said “What is with these people?”
From the people I see, it seems that when you have a lot of money, you loose your common sense.
Can’t wait until Labor Day!
- St. Pauli Girl
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