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Lost in the Suburbs

My last blog detailed an unanticipated, panic-infused detour through unknown and dizzying streets.  Funny thing is, sometimes I feel that way right here in the suburbs.

I feel that way when I walk into an indoor tennis establishment and the woman behind me shoves right past me to follow her child into the building.  Literally, she nudges me aside and only excuses herself when I say something out loud (albeit quietly, not even meaning for her to hear), something such as "Oh my, excuse me."  She was caught off guard, not expecting to be called on her rude behavior.  No wonder her kid was shoving past mine.

Or the time at the deli counter line in the grocery store and I was asking the man about the cold cuts he just sliced for me (making sure they were mine) and some woman said indignantly and rather loudly, "You know, I have a baby in the car."  And just when I was about to say, "Oh my God, take care of her order  she left a baby in the car!" She added, "...with a babysitter and I have to hurry."  Oh.  I see.  Now I get it -- that I really don't get it.  Now it all makes no sense.  Just as I had thought.

I could go on with these dizzying scenarios.  They happen far too often.  But I bet things like this happen everywhere, right?

Comments

Anonymous said…
Am I allowed to curse on this thing? People are assholes, and they're pretty dumb, too. And its not going to get much better- the idiots are having babies and smarter ones are not. That's why I'm moving to a deserted island when I grow up.
November 11, 2010 at 12:06 PM
Julie Ann Klein said…
both happened in less than 24 hours.
November 11, 2010 at 12:17 PM
Joy said…
i had a lady cut in from of me at the lancome counter... she even sat her self down and when the saleswoman asked who was next she said insistently, "I am!" I let it go because she was old and (probably crotchety).
November 11, 2010 at 1:24 PM
ActionAdam said…
happens to me at the bagel shop. you can be inline, the person behind the counter says next, and the person behind you orders. Oh I thought you ordered already they say. Yeah right. My other pet peave is the the subway (it's a train that goes under the ground for you islanders) - people start boarding (running in for a possible seat) before you can get off the train - there is no courtesy anymore - very frustrating
November 11, 2010 at 5:55 PM
Anonymous said…
I thought I was Anonymous
November 24, 2010 at 11:14 AM
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