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Now this just pisses me off...(actually a pretty congenial convo about North Easterners)
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Yeah, I heard about this...I don't understand...was he asleep? Did they forget him? Did they leave him on the bus on purpose?
Hey, it's New York. You're not supposed to give a crap about anybody but yourself there. It's a longstanding custom.
It sounded like the one new he was there, and the bus driver didn't, but don't you do a check of the bus before you leave it.
Yeah, you think you would, Jim....
He was asleep, and the driver's helper knew he was there, but didn't tell the driver because the helper had an appointment she had to get to, and she didn't want to retrace the route.Fortunately, the guy has recovered.
Leslie Rivera told News 12 she would like to put the incident behind her and is now focused on her brother's condition.
"He is doing much better," she said. "He perked up. He started singing."
Awww!
hey, Larry, that's a stereotype (about NY) that I don't think bears out (having lived there).
Oh, I know, Jessica. But I've known a lot of people from that area who have this hard shell around them. You know, that idea that if you show kindness you're showing weakness?
but people are incredibly helpful in NYC, they're loud, sometimes to the point of appearing rude, and so forth, but if you're lost, in need of directions, what have you, you'd be surprised at how much they go out of their way. That was my experience there, time after time...
I heard people in Nebraska all follow the Cornhuskers and want to marry Warren Buffett.:)
not at all. actually.that's the issue with email, tone gets lost.
I was being sincere!
OK. I believe you. (Isn't this where we started?)
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Actually, two friends of Matt's broke up last summer and gave us the entire contents of their house for a wedding present,
I'm serious, we got a vacuum, dishes, a couch, tables, liquor and food galore!
We were told to clean out their kitchen and take anything we wanted, neither of them was coming home for the rest of the summer. We got all these steaks and drinks and stuff. But we also got some of the weirdest, most random Nebraska foodstuffs ever.
Re: NebraskaI'm not from here. I just live here. Grew up somewhere far away. Come here thinking I'd never stay long, I'd be going back soon someday.
New York (State) -- near Albany.
I visited NYC and upstate NY and thought the people there were soooo friendly and accomodating. Although, I have been told that New Yorkers love a gal with a southern accent. The only rudeness I ever encountered while in the northeast was in Brattleboro, VT. I can say, though, I think it was an isolated incident.
The person who was rude to my family and me (we were trying to find a public restroom because I was about to explode and person at the information booth IGNORED us while having a personal conversation with someone standing at the window talking to her. We waited in line for 20 minutes, not an exaggeration, to get the answer, "Not here. You'll have to drive around town." at the information booth. We had to pry an answer from her with more specific information and directions.). Everyone else in Brattleboro was very nice to us, especially at the town co-op, where we eventually stopped at my suggestion. By then, the whole family was uncomfortable like me, and I was on the verge of tears... with needing to go to the restroom.
ha, that's funny Larry. so your remarks about NY were coming from personal experience/knowledge.I live not far from Albany.
Heidi, that's funny....my family (mother, brother) lives near Brattleboro. I think that's New England reserve....Connecticut is the worst (imo) of the New England states.
Ex lives in Saratoga Springs, daughter in Holyoke, Mass.Yes, Heidi, there are nice people everywhere. (Even Poughkeepsie Arkansas!) It's always dangerous to make broad statements about personalities and locations. It's really luck of the draw in who you happen to run into on any particular day.
I'll never forget the one and only Yankee game I attended (Yankee Stadium). I was about 12 or so, and not especially extraverted. I went to the hot dog stand and stood there waiting for the guy to ask me what I wanted. He never did! All these people kept coming up and shouting out what they wanted, and he'd serve them and ignore me. Finally a man said, "Hey kid! You better tell him what you want or you'll never get anything!" A good lesson for how to be a New Yorker, I've always thought.
that's a great story Lar.Is there really a Poughkeepsie in Arkansas?
I thought it was just in NY..we call it Po-town.
Well, it goes without saying, I continually reinforced it to my grandmother during our vacation to the northeast last summer when someone would do or say something nice while we were guests there. "People here are sooo nice." That sort of thing. She doesn't trust "yankees," is fairly racist (don't get me going on how THAT gets under my skin), and assumed we'd have a hard time around the northeast while on our vacation. In the same breath, I think rudeness could be found anywhere, as well, Larry. I recognized my one and only bad experience in VT was an isolated incident. I tend to give everyone the benefit of doubt. For people who tend to generalize (like my grandmother, an older southerner who distrusts everyone who doesn't talk like her), first impressions really can be everything. I wanted to make sure she didn't walk away remembering that one incident of rudeness in Brattleboro. It was a beautiful town (the view of the mountains behind the main street is breathtaking) and the shops were fun to visit. I like visiting places that are off the beaten path. It's all just a matter of perspective, really.
Well -- tourists aren't always appreciated for their social graces and empathy for the lives of the locals. In other words, rude tourists can make for rude locals at times.When I lived in Lancaster County, PA, people from New York would come around asking, "Where do you keep those Amish people around here?' -- as if they were hired actors or farmyard animals we kept in pens.
Yeah, I live in Wisconsin. The state has a major inferiority complex. Please be careful when mentioning the Packers, cheese, Fonzie, or how everyone in our fair state supposedly weighs 600 pounds in our presence. When I was in Germany in the late eighties and people found I was from Chicago they had one of two reactions:
1) Michael Jordan! Michael Jordan!
2) Al Capone! Boom Boom!
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Mountains? nothing. Cowboys? nothing.
All they wanted to talk about was Hillary Clinton's opinion of Monica Lewinsky.
Well, Sally, it's a question of priorities, after all. Oval office blowjobs trump mountains every time! Get with the program, here.
My blood is fucking boiling about this right now.
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