Tonight (Saturday the 28th).
In East Hampton.
At the intersection of Newtown Lane and Main Street.
A big boo-hoo to the idiot chick in the huge SUV who honked, rolled down her window, and yelled at walkers crossing WITH THE BLINKING WHITE WALK SIGN that we were in HER WAY to make a right turn on red!?
Yay for the well-dressed glamorous ladies who beat me to the punch (so-to-speak) and yelled back to READ THE LIGHTED SIGNS!
Another one for the Rude Hamptons website. Grrrrrrrr.
- TS
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
With my small dog in my arms and my big dog on her leash, we came to the side of a driveway on Georgica Road in East Hampton.
Just as the gates were opening, a silver Jaguar, with a male driver of the same hair color and a bottle blonde at his side, emerged.
Rather than motion us “Come on,” he put up his hand and told us to “Stop.”
When will this kind of newcomer realize that his cheap trophy wife, money, deer fences, privacy hedges, and electric gates does not him a gentleman make.
- M
Just this past weekend, I happened to be with three friends walking in town, remarking how even bad weather draws out the tourists these days to our dislike. We separated momentarily, I wanted to see if a local store had a gift for one of my friends I was with, and I alone was witness to a remarkable conversation between two young tourists.
Tourist #1: I just adore coming out to the Hamptons.
Tourist #2: I know, I’m enjoying it so much, that I think I might be able to last here for an entire month!
Tourist #1: No! Really?
…
Try lasting here for your entire life. One month…really…?
-Samantha
I’m married to a local, who grew up in Springs. We live in Florida now and visit family about twice a year. Summers are exciting for me, torture for him. I drag him into the village all the time for some people watching.
One morning I decided to venture out on my own with my daughter in her stroller. We were hungry and walked up to the Golden Pear on Newtown. As I approached the door (and step) a man dressed in a white, all linen suit jumped in front of me, whipped open the door, and walked right in. Leaving the door to slam in my face.
Forgetting all decorum I yelled after him, “What the F***!??”
A local, had to be a local, noticed and shook his head and helped me through the door and even helped get the stroller up! I was so baffled…I felt like I was in another country…one where they ignore women!
- Jenny
I immediately thought of the Panama Jack guy when I read this story. - 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
My wife and I were walking to CittaNuova on Sunday night and spied a woman in an expense short dress and 4 inch stiletto heels carrying what seemed to be a bag of trash.
I bet my wife wife five dollars that she was going to throw that out in the trashcans at the Hampton Market Place aka Schmidt’s aka Chicken House.
Sure enough she dumps her small bag of trash and sashays back to her felony crib on Church Street.
- The Editor
PS - It is illegal to throw out your household garbage in town or private trash cans.
