It’s the people who leave trash all over the place, or talk really loudly on their cellphones while bumping into you walking on sidewalks or in stores … or the jerk who sat in her huge SUV in the firezone at Waldbaums, blocking the narrow roadway and people from getting their cars OUT of their parking spaces, who shrugged and kept yapping away on her phone when I banged on her windshield.
-TS
I am reading these awful stories about the Hamptons and feel sad. Those of us who live here know that before and after the summer months this is a beautiful place to live quite devoid of rudeness, loudmouths and inconsiderate jerks. It is the rude people that make this place uncomfortable in summer and not the natural beauty and wonderful people who are normally here.
- Andrea
I just returned from the Hamptons and can’t say that anyone except my in-laws actually behaved badly during my stay.
What I would like to say is that my husband grew up in the Hamptons. Since we no longer have family there taking my son surfing at K road required an elaborate shuttle exercise. My husband bought day passes at Ponquogue Beach, dropped us off with his board and all our beach stuff, and then returned to Ponquogue Beach to park. My husband would then bike to K road. The process had to be reversed at the end of the day, with hubby taking the bike back to Ponquogue and getting the car to come collect us. Honestly locals only is one thing but as a tourist destination for surfing the town doesn’t seem tourist friendly at all.
When you compound the insult with the poor value for money of our stay at the Drake on Penny Lane it ends up being a case of when bad things happen to beautiful places.
Is it really true? You can’t go home again…
-V
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
At our beach, near Ditch (the public beach) throwing a stick in the surf for our lab to go fetch and a rude dog and its owner walk by and the little rat kept barking, “YAP-YAP-YAP” and nipping at my dogs legs.
Oh course the lab only has eyes for the stick and ignored him.
A beautiful day and I have to listen to this ugl…y noise and avoid this excuse for a dog.
The owner kept walking down the beach and saw what her dog was doing, but did nothing!
Finally after the dog kept coming back to nip and YAP some more, I waved my arms and said, “Shoo, GET!”
She comes back and says, “don’t hit my dog with that stick”
“Really! I’m just trying to teach him some manners… ”
She says “he’s just trying to be social.”
She really thought her dog biting and YAAPing was social behavior?????
Then she walks off and shoots me the bird like we’re on the highway… where do these aggressive people come from???
- AM
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.
