Loading ...“There’s something about folks from the Northeast, a general nastiness. Not all, but more often than not. That’s a helluva way to live.”
I agree. I spent the better part of 1972 in Jersey and NYC and would never voluntarily live there. Several years back I had to take a trip to a PA factory with my engineering boss, who was in CA. He left a day early to take care of legal business in DC, and we arranged to meet at the airport in MD to fly together to PA to the factory. So I flew from HI to LAX, stopped at the company office, then flew redeye to MD that night. In comfortable blue jeans and sport shirt and light jacket. I was a zombie on arrival in MD. My boss John was a western cowboy, with boots and jacket, his customary wear back in LA. We sat together on the airport shuttle buss, and the woman across from us made a not very subtle comment, leaning over to her husband to announce: “They’re Gay!”
I was tired and pissed, and didn’t care anymore. I said to John, “Have you noticed how rude east coast people are?” He nodded. I looked directly at the woman and said “Although it’s none of your business, I’m from Hawaii, and he’s from California. We work for the same company and are on a business trip.” She put her head down and didn’t look at us anymore. John just smirked.