I've come to the conclusion that people are vile creatures. There are so few in the world willing to lay down their petty differences and get along. Today I witnessed a woman ( older teenager no doubt) literally push another person, a complete stranger in fact, out of the way to get passed her instead of simply saying "excuse me". Not only did she shove her and the door to the drink cooler out of the way. The woman who was pushed was not so much incomplete shock, as I was. She seemed like she was used to that behavior, as if she expected someone to force her aside as the vandal got away.
It's days like this that I remember where I come from. The good ol' deep south. Where the people and the places are slower. People do not act like raging morons, at least in not the numbers that I see here in Connecticut. I often wish I could just drop everything and move back. But alas, commitments and responsibility keep be changed to this most ridiculous of locations. Its been far too long since I've been back, and I am home sick. But not just for Louisiana, but for Pennsylvania, where I spent a lot of time growing up. I never realized how seriously rude and obnoxious people are in New England. (Oh, if you didn't like that statement, you should probably stop reading.)
The service industry here is all about...me me me me, and never the customer. I remember a particular time when Emma and I were getting her wedding band sized. The girl at the jewelry store was not very sociable and not cutaneous at all. Just outright mean because she was wasting time on something where she wasn't going to get a commission. She treated us like dirt, like we were not fit to be there. But I figured she had a bad day or something so I thought nothing of it. After a month, (Note: we were told to expect a call in two weeks when the ring had been returned.) we took a ride to the store wondering what happen to our ring. When we arrived, we asked the same girl as before where it was. She let out a dramatic sigh and pulled it out of drawer, bounced it across the case and abruptly barked "Here!" before shoving papers at us to sign. She didn't bother to ask us what we thought or whether the ring even fit, let alone ask us for ID. Its just bad business, if anything else.
Am I the only one? Am I the only person to see this going on here in CT? Or is this just some twisted way of life here. Don't get it, not at all. It's not like there isn't rude people anywhere but in Hartford Connecticut but its not so prevalent, at least not where I've been. I do not approve. Think that's bad? Try driving on the roads here. Consider this: Your sitting at home all alone, having a wonderful day, but your thirsty, thirsty for milk, you go to the fridge, BUM BUM BAH! There is none. "Oh well " you think. That's not going to ruin your day, right. But wait, you live in CT. You just might die on the way to the grocery store. Luckily you make it to your car safely but only narrowly, as someone almost ran you over as you got to the car door. "BLAST!" you yell as you notice the smooth black paint of your new car tarnished with wonderful little dimple right above the handle. Also you take note of the green paint that is where wound is, the same color of the turd on wheels that is obviously way too close to your own ride. "Meh" you think, you can get over it. You pull out of your driveway and into the raging river that is the street. Cars beep at you as you cautiously drive the speed limit in a town full of pedestrians . The lady in the gas guzzling SUV behind you is screaming into the windshield with her hands in the air, her face red with rage. The SUV then flys by with the angry lady with her flipping you off as she lays on the horn. You rub the bridge of your nose as the stress is starting to get to you but you've made it to the grocery store. "Soon milk, soon." You think as you pull into the parking lot of your nearest Big Y, the grocery store where the High upper middle class, the upper middle class, high middle class, middle middle class, lower middle class, and the lower class, aren't so usually brave enough to venture. You think "Milk cant be that expensive can it?" Sadly you are incorrect. Upon entering you are, instantaneously out of place. Men and women are shopping in business suits and fur coats. You journey to the cold section where you find the Milk. "FINALLY!" you reach into the cooler and pull out a jug. The label says "Organic Milk. $8.99." You mutter, "Screw it " because you can taste it already. You walk past numerous millionaires and billionaire and make it to the counter, when you pull out a ten dollar bill to pay for your nine dollar milk the cashier starts laughing at you because your not using an american express. " Po' folk aint normally comin' in heeyuh" the cashier says as he takes your cash. "Wait? wheres he from?Did i just imagine that?" you think as you stare at him. But he does nothing not even puts your nine dollar milk in a silk bag. Baring another near death experience or two, you make it home, but only narrowly. You almost make it to the kitchen but you twist that top off and take a swing. Making a face in disgust, you realize just bought organic skim milk. The next thing you know, You've morphed into a conneticutican.
The moral of the story, don't drink the milk, or the water, in fact don't come to Connecticut I am convinced its where the zombie apocalypse will start here. Its only a matter of time.
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