Yeah, F*** You Too, Buddy.
So this morning I’m at the relatives’ house, making a little tea, when somebody shows up to check out the furnace or whatever. Friendly guy, I was told, and I tell him who I am, and he asks where I’m from.
“Brooklyn,” I answer.
“Well, I guess everyone has their cross to bear,” he responds so quickly I bet it’s not the first time he’s said it.
WTF?!? Dude, do I go to your town and comment on how I wouldn’t want to live there, or you can’t buy beer after 8:00pm at night (trust me, last night my cousin and I tried), or how you have to drive everywhere, or I’m the darkest-haired person here, let alone anyone of color, or that your mosquitoes make it impossible to be outside for longer than five minutes or that I just happen to live in Brooklyn, a perfectly nice place you don’t have to insult?
No. I don’t.
So shut the f*** up.
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July 9th, 2008 at 3:55 pm
Nice. (Not.) Sometimes people strive to put their entire leg into their mouths, I swear. Sorry he was such a jerk.
July 9th, 2008 at 4:12 pm
Seriously what is this dude’s problem? Was his butt crack showing?
July 9th, 2008 at 4:29 pm
We just got a mammoth ARC in at work - In The Country Of Brooklyn by Peter Golenbock, an October release. Basically it’s a biography of the borough
Wow, did you know that Brooklyn was once the fourth largest city in the U.S.? I had no clue…..
July 9th, 2008 at 7:53 pm
Wow. Not very nice. Couldn’t you have accidentally spilled your tea on him? Well, he probably doesn’t have a clue about how offensive that was.
July 11th, 2008 at 2:00 pm
I can’t believe you didn’t let him have it. He would have totally had to explain that crap.